Greta's pale face flushed. "And your mother—has she also been the victim of a delusion?"
Hugh shrugged his shoulders, showed his teeth slightly, but made no reply.
"Answer me—tell me the truth—be frank for once—tell me, can you explain this mystery?"
"If I could explain it, how would it be a mystery?"
Greta felt the blood tingle to her finger-tips.
"Do you believe I have told you the truth?" she asked.
"I am sure you have."
"Do you believe I saw Paul in the lane?"
"I am sure you think you saw him."
"Do you know for certain that he went away?"