"I don't understand," she said. "Either it was just coincidence and you were talking without thinking, or else ... I don't know. It's rather funny. D'you want to smoke? Let's go out on to the terrace."
"The detectives are there."
"No, father said they weren't to appear to-night."
"They're out there."
"How d'you know?"
"I can hear them."
Sylvia looked round at the closed plate-glass windows.
"You can't," she said incredulously.
"Will you bet? No, I don't want to rob you. Shall I tell you something else? You opened a fresh bottle of scent to-night when you dressed for dinner. It's Chaminade, the same kind that you were using before, but this is fresher. Had you noticed it?"
The Seraph was considerably less impressed by his powers than Sylvia appeared to be.