“But you asked me to find out his secret. You pushed me into his company that I might find it out and help you.”
“I did!”
“Well!” she said, almost triumphantly, “I have never found it out.”
“Oh, yes, you have.”
“No. He is the most reserved, uncommunicative man I have ever known.”
“Subconsciously you have found it out, and you have conveyed it to me. And that is the result. I suspected what the man was the first time I laid eyes on him. When I got him here I seemed to get off the track of him. For he’s very deceptive—somehow. Yes, he’s damned deceptive. But then you put me wise. Your growing terror of him put me wise.”
He looked hard into her eyes.
“Beryl, my girl, your sex has intuitions. One of them, one of yours, I have painted. And there it is!”
The bell sounded below.
“Ha!” said Garstin, turning his head sharply.