“To be sure I do.”
“Isn’t that enough to go upon?”
“For the painting? No, it isn’t. Besides, you said you weren’t sure I was right in my diagnosis of the chap’s character and physical part.”
“I wasn’t sure, and I’m not sure now.”
“Tell me God’s own truth, Beryl. Come on!”
He came up to her, put one hand on her left shoulder, and looked down into her eyes.
“Aren’t you a bit afraid of the fellow?”
She met his eyes steadily.
“There’s something—” She paused.
“Go ahead, I tell you!”