“You don’t seem able to realize—I don’t think there need be another.”
“Perhaps not. It seemed to me more likely, and, remembering what you wrote about Heggen being at Tegneby and going to Berlin....”
Jenny blushed deeply:
“How can you think that I would have—yesterday?”
Gert was silent. Then he said wearily:
“I cannot quite make you out.”
She was suddenly seized by a wish to hurt him.
“In a way it would not be wrong to say that there was another—a third person.”
He looked at her searchingly, then clutched her arm all of a sudden: