"Not I. No," Cuckoo murmured.
The doctor lowered his voice still more. Quite at a venture he drew a bow, and with his first arrow smote the lady of the feathers to the heart.
"Has Julian ever asked you to do anything?" he said.
Suddenly Cuckoo's face was scarlet.
"Why? How d' you know?" she stammered.
"Anything for him that was not evil?" the doctor pursued, following out an abstract theory, not as Cuckoo fancied, dealing with known facts. "I know nothing. I only ask you to try and remember, to search your mind."
There was no need for the lady of the feathers to do that.
"Yes, he did once," she said, looking still confused and furtive.
"Was it difficult?"
She hesitated.