"You sometimes know where she is when other people don't—and when you've no better grounds for knowing than other people."
He was still sitting on the bed in déshabille, his hands clasped round his bare knees and his head bowed down and resting on his hands. For a moment he looked up into my face, then dropped his head again without speaking.
"You remember what happened at Brandon Court?" I persisted.
"Guess-work," he answered.
"Nonsense!"
"Well, what other explanation do you offer?"
"I don't know; you've got some extra sensitiveness where Sylvia's concerned. Call it the Sixth Sense, if you like."
"There is no Sixth Sense. I thought Nigel disposed of that fallacy at Brandon."
"Not to my satisfaction—or yours."
The Seraph jumped up and began to dress.