Again she was silent.
“I might try. But it wouldn’t be any use.”
He put out a hand and took one of hers.
“But it all came through you. Didn’t it?”
“But—but you said you had never seen Dick Garstin till he came up and asked you to sit to him.”
“That was not true. I saw him with you that night at the Cafe Royal. That is why I came to the studio. I knew I should meet you there. And—you knew.”
Again the terribly shrewd glance came into his eyes. She saw it and felt no strength for denial. From the first he must have thoroughly understood her.
“You and I, we are not babies,” he said gently. “We wanted to know each other, and so it happened. I have done all this for you. Now I ask you to tell Dick Garstin for me.”
“I’ll do what I can,” she said.
He pressed her hand softly.