“Was that all?” She put on a judicial expression. “That doesn’t seem much to go on in a thing like this—does it, Douglas?”
“Look at him grinning,” said Douglas, in sham disgust. “He’s laughing at us. He’s got more up his sleeve, of course.”
Westenhanger admitted it with a nod.
“Of course I have. What happened next, Miss Cressage?”
“I smoked for a while.”
“Do you usually smoke unlighted cigarettes?”
Eileen laughed at her omission.
“No, of course not. I remember now. You gave me your match-box.”
“Hardly correct in detail. I was rude enough to pitch my match-box across to you, so that you could catch it with either hand. What I wanted to see was which hand you would use. You made a snatch at it—with your right hand.”
“I didn’t imagine I was being watched so closely as all that, Mr. Westenhanger. Is that all, now?”