The girl dropped her hands sharply to her side.
“Don’t quibble with me, Robin,” she said. “What did you say to Hartley Parrish after you left me this afternoon in the billiard-room?”
He was still staring at her, but now there was a deep furrow between his brows. He was breathing rather hard.
“I did not speak to Parrish at all after I left you.”
His answer was curt and incisive.
“Do you mean to tell me,” Mary said, “that, after you left me and went down the corridor towards the library, you neither went in to Hartley nor spoke to him!”
“I do!”
“Then how do you account for the fact that, almost immediately after you had crossed Bude in the hall, he heard the sound of voices in the library?”
Robin Greve stood up abruptly.
“Bude, you say, makes this statement?”