"Very soon, in fact," added the sub-inspector, "if he repeats the offense."
He settled himself again on his chair, confronting Margaret.
"Now, Miss Harding," lie resumed briskly. "Out with it? You admit you were there, eh?"
"Oh, no," said Margaret. "You 're asking questions again, Mr. Van Zyl."
"And I 'm going to have an answer, too," he replied zestfully. "You 've got a wrong idea entirely of what 's before you. You can still have this in private, if you like; but here or elsewhere, you 'll speak or out comes the whole thing. Now, which is it going to be—sharp?"
"I 've nothing to tell you," she maintained.
His blond, neat face hardened.
"Haven't you, though. We'll see? You know a Kafir calling himself—" he made a lightning reference to his book—"calling himself Kamis?"
She made no answer.
"You know the man, eh? It was with him you spent the afternoon of the —th, was n't it? Under the wall of the dam down yonder—yes? You 've met him more than once, and always alone?"