"She hadn't known me two days; perhaps two days aren't long enough to find me out."
"Feminine intuition...." I began.
"Feminine intuition's a woman's power of jumping to wrong conclusions quicker than men. Unless you want to get yourself into trouble, you'd better not march into Sylvia's presence with a New Militant in your hand."
I thanked him for the reminder, and bequeathed the offending sheet to the Martyrs' Memorial. The heavy type of the headline, "Where is Miss Rawnsley?" reminded me of our earlier conversation.
"I shan't be sorry to get rid of my charges," I remarked. "They're a responsibility in these troublous times."
"Sylvia's in no danger," he answered with great confidence.
"I'm not so sure."
"She's absolutely safe."
"How do you know?"
He looked at me doubtfully, and the confidence died out of his eyes.