“What’s the matter? What have I done now?” he asked roughly. “You weren’t like this when we came out. If I’ve done anything to annoy you....”
She forced herself to laugh. It would be the last straw if she broke down now.
“How absurd!” she said in a high-pitched voice. “Nothing is the matter. I’m tired, that’s all; I shall be glad to get home.”
He was not satisfied.
“You’re not telling me the truth,” he said. His mind searched anxiously back to the short time they had stayed in the inn. What could have happened? They had seen nobody there except the two men with the racing car.
“Those two fellows who came in––they didn’t annoy you, or anything like that, when I was out of the room?”
She shook her head.
“Of course not; they never spoke to me.”
“If you won’t tell me what I’ve done, how can I hope to put things right?” he said.