“Oh, yes, I can explain, Miss Harlan. There are always explanations for things, you know.”
Her reply was a haughty stare. She did not offer him so much as a gesture by way of encouragement.
“Has it occurred to you to attempt to explain to yourself why I dared to bring you to this vessel, and into this cabin, by force, and utterly against your will?” he asked.
“No.”
“Shall I tell you?”
“If you will tell me the truth about it—yes.”
“I shall tell you nothing but the truth, Miss Harlan.”
Her lips curled with scorn, but she made no reply.
“Do you recall something that I said to you once, on the deck of Mr. Kane’s yacht?”