"That is so."
"You suggest no reason for the difference?"
For an instant the Seraph opened his eyes and looked across to Sylvia. Had she wished, she could have saved him, and his eyes said as much. I, too, looked across and found her watching him with the same expression that had come over her face when he suggested the possibility of a woman being hidden in his rooms the previous Wednesday morning.
"I suggest no reason," he said at last.
Nigel's examination closed, and I thought it prudent to ask for a window to be opened and water brought for the Seraph. Sylvia's eyes melted in momentary compassion. I walked over and sat beside her at a discreet distance from her mother.
"Not worth saving, Sylvia?" I asked.
A sceptical chin raised itself in the air, but the eyes still believed in him.
"How did they get hold of me?" she asked, "and how did he find me? How could he, if he didn't know all along?"
"Remember Brandon Court," I said.
"Why didn't he mention it?"