She turned very slowly and looked at him steadily a moment.
"I do not know," she said at last.
"But you suspect," he persisted.
"Do you know, Mr. Beecher, that this is a very strange question?" she said. "Exactly what are you implying? Do you, by any chance, suspect me?"
She said the last words gently, with a return of the first manner which had so held him. And again, without being able to resist, he felt the charm on his senses. He knew absolutely nothing about her. At times the most direct suspicions had entered his mind; never-the-less all at once he heard himself answering:
"I know nothing in the world about you, Miss Charters, but my instinct tells me that is absolutely impossible."
"Only?"
"Only I can not forget your agitation at certain moments."
"Naturally; that is my temperament."
"You are perfectly calm now, and you were perfectly calm at certain times tonight."