"What, that he's still looking for her?"
"He's found her. He spoke to her a couple of days ago."
"And she recognised him?"
"I didn't say that."
"Didn't she recognise him?"
"Didn't know him from Adam."
"Then how do you know it was he?"
I cannot convey the lightness of her disdain. "How do I know!—--"
I leaned back in my chair. To think that I had not thought of this, the oldest of all stratagems! Guettez la femme! Runaways are caught by it every day, and always will be. They are released from custody and placed under observation so that they may walk straight into the trap. That is why the trick is old—it never fails. And I had not thought of it!
She wore her triumph with such present moderation that I knew I had not heard the last of it.