He said it was all very well for me. I was prejudiced.
"My sort of prejudice," I said, "might work the other way."
"You must have been afraid, or you wouldn't have gone out to bring her back."
"Jevons was afraid himself, for that matter. When things got dangerous he took her back to Bruges and put her in a pension to be safe from him."
He looked up sharply.
"She never told me that—that he took her there to be safe from him."
"I don't suppose she knew. She was as innocent as all that."
"And how do you know?"
"Because he told me so."
I gave him something of what Jevons had told me, but not all.