She began to tremble, wondering how much he knew. He added, in the saddest voice she had ever heard,—
'Zapantiotis, an islander, could not be faithful.'
Then she was terrified; she did not know what was coming next, what would be the outcome of this quietness. She wanted to go towards him, but she could only remain motionless, holding the sari up to her breast as a means of protection.
'At least,' he said, 'old Zapantiotis is dead, and will never know about his son. Where can one look for fidelity? Tsigaridis is dead too, and Grbits. I am ashamed of being alive.'
She noticed then that he was disarmed.
'Why do you stand over there, Julian?' she said timidly.
'I wonder how much you promised Zapantiotis?' he said in a speculative voice; and next, stating a fact, 'You were, of course, acting on Malteios' suggestion.'
'You know?' she breathed. She was quite sure now that he was going to kill her.
'Zapantiotis tried to tell me that too—in a strange jumble of confessions. But they dragged him away before he could say more than your bare name. That was enough for me. So I know, Eve.'