"Yes. Go and see. Hark!"
She held up her hand and leaned forward in a strained attitude of attention. But there was no sound in the flat. Then she turned again to Julian and said:
"And he's your friend. Well, I never!"
The words were spoken with an extraordinary conviction of astonishment that roused Julian to keen attention.
"Why, what do you mean?" he asked.
"He's a wicked fellow," she said with a snatch of the breath. "A real downright wicked fellow, like Marr. That's what he is."
Julian was amazed.
"You don't know what you are saying," he answered.
But she stuck to her guns with the animation of hysteria.
"Don't I, though? Don't I? A girl that lives like me has to know, I tell you. Where should I be if I didn't? Tell me that, then. Why, there's men in the streets I wouldn't speak to; not for twenty pounds, I wouldn't. And he's one of them. Why didn't you come? Why ever did you let me be on my own with him? He's a devil."