"Are you?"
Her black eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes. Of course. I wouldn't...."
"Wouldn't you?" asked Gavin stonily.
She sighed faintly. "You can search me."
Gavin moved around behind her. He searched her impersonally, but thoroughly. If she'd been concealing so much as a postage stamp he was convinced he would have found it.
"All right," he said with a grin. "Now I trust you."
She dropped to a deck chair. "I've been trying to work up enough courage," she confessed, "to—to talk to you. But you've been so grim you've frightened me off."
"Why? D'you want another try at me?"
"That's not fair." Her eyes sought the deck. "I'm afraid. Cabot has been ... he's ... I think he suspects me of working with X."