"Who is she?"
"I know little of her; I have spoken to her but once before," he answered evasively.
But in thinking he could parry her with evasion, he had forgotten her old persistent directness. "I know better—you know a great deal about her! And she has something to do with you. Do you suppose I didn't see that in a second this morning?"
David looked with dismay down on the tense face the light from shop-windows revealed to him. He saw that she had to be answered with facts or blank refusals, and he studied for a moment how much of the first he could give her.
"Except for one glimpse of her in the street I haven't seen her for five years—" he was beginning guardedly, when she broke in with,
"That was just before you were sent away?"
"Yes."
Like a flash came her next question. "And it was for her you stole the money? She got the five thousand dollars?"
He was fairly staggered. "I cannot say," he returned.
She quickly moved a step ahead, and looked straight up into his face. "A-a-h!" she breathed. "So that's it!"