"I know, Jim. I've heard."
"He told you," I suggested, and nodded towards the door she had just closed.
"How do you know that?" she asked quickly.
"It is my business to know things," I told her. "I'm a professional caretaker of secrets now."
She looked at me blankly and I saw that he had not told her everything. It behoved me to play the game warily until I was sure of my ground.
"What are you doing here, Moira?" I asked her point-blank.
"That's a question I could ask you," she countered. "But I am here, not from any desire to meet you—I didn't know you were here—but because he sent for me."
"And why should he send for you?" I persisted.
There was just the faintest flicker of a smile moving about her lips now; she had turned a little and the light was playing on her face.
"For just the simplest reason in the world. He wanted me."