"Who?"
He shook his head.
"Who?"
"I cannot say."
The eyes narrowed to slits, and she looked him through as on the day she had guessed he was just from prison—only now her intuition was quickened a hundred fold. They stood motionless a few seconds, he trying to parry her instinct; then from her came a low, sharp "A-a-h!" and, after a second, "So it's her!"
He shivered. There was another moment of tense silence. Then she said, abruptly:
"It's Miss Chambers?"
He did not move an eyelash.
"You love Miss Chambers!" she announced decisively.
Her hands clenched. "I hate her! Why shouldn't she stay in her own world! Why should she come mixing in my affairs! Oh! I could——!" She finished with a tensing of her whole figure.