Miss Van Tuyn looked at him without speaking. Her expression showed intense astonishment, amounting almost to incredulity.
“I had it out with him,” said Sir Seymour grimly, after a pause. “And in the heat of the moment I told him something which I had not intended to tell him, which I had not meant to speak of at all.”
“What? What?”
“I told him I knew about the theft of ten years ago.”
“Oh!”
“And I told him also that you knew about it.”
“That I—oh! How did he take it? What did he say?”
“I didn’t wait to hear. The flat was—well—scented, and I wanted to get out of it.”
His face expressed such a stern and acute disgust that Miss Van Tuyn’s eyes dropped beneath his.
“You may think—it would be natural to think that the fact of my having told the man about your knowledge of his crime would prevent him from ever attempting to see you again,” Sir Seymour continued, “but I don’t feel sure of that.”