"The same?" Her old terror revived. "My God! what have I ever done to that one that he should seek my life?"
"What had de Lorgnes?"
Her eyes turned away, she sat for a moment in silent thought, started suddenly to speak but checked the words before one passed her lips, and--as Lanyard saw quite plainly--hastened to substitute others.
"No: I do not understand at all! What do you think?"
Lanyard indicated a shrug with sufficient clearness, meaning to say, she probably knew as much as if not more than he.
"But how did he get in? I had not one suspicion I was not alone until that handkerchief----"
"Naturally."
"And you, my friend?"
"I saw him enter, and followed."
This was strictly within the truth: Lanyard had now no doubt Dupont and the man who had reconnoitered from the service-door were one. But it was no part of his mind to tell the whole truth to Liane. She might be as grateful as she ought to be, but she was still ... Liane Delorme ... a woman to be tested rather than trusted.