She did not stir.
“I must know, Parker.”
“Yes, of course.”
“The whole truth. Listen—I happened to go yesterday morning into your consulting-room. Dr. Little had been reading; he had left the book open—at a certain page. You know, Parker, that many men only read the big text-books when they are puzzled by a particular case.”
Steel’s face seemed nothing but a gray and frightened mask to her.
“Betty, you are imagining things—”
“Well, tell me the truth.”
“A form of eczema.”
“Parker!”
Her voice had the ring of iron in it.