Her nose was red from the mild summer weather of Mars, and he thought briefly that if her cheeks were a little fuller, she would probably be more or less good looking. As a matter of plain fact, she was too damned skinny. She must spend most of her time worrying about her brother.
She was taller than he had thought, but still looked slight and helpless. And hopeless as well. Her shoulders drooped a little as she faced him.
"I saw Quong Kee," she said.
"Oh—I'm sorry about your brother." He hesitated. "Have you any idea who did it?"
He almost squirmed when she looked at him. The expression in her eyes was not entirely friendly.
"I have ideas," she said. "And they're not nice."
Her eyes were dark and smoldering now.
"They questioned George with a new type of lie detector—Skolssolky or some such name. I wasn't supposed to know—"
Barnard's eyebrows went up. "The police questioned George? Somebody must have found out!"
Gail dropped her coat over the back of another chair and sat on the chair. She was pale and her eyes were haggard.