“Then—then she really came to spy upon Gordon-Wright—to spy upon us indeed!”
“Not with any sinister motive,” I hastened to assure her. “She is evidently endeavouring to discover something concerning this man who holds her so utterly powerless in his hands. It is but natural, is it not? It is only what you or I would do in similar circumstances.”
My companion’s face had changed. She was pale and anxious, eager to learn all that I had ascertained.
“She told you this—how she had overheard my father talking to him?”
“No, Gordon-Wright himself charged her with eaves-dropping—and she admitted it.”
“Ah! Then if this be true, Mr Leaf, she had better marry him.”
“Marry him!” I cried. “Why?”
“Because I have a suspicion that she knows something concerning my father. What it is sorely puzzles me.”
“I—I don’t quite understand you,” I said.
“Well—I thought I had spoken plainly enough,” she answered. “You have told me that she admitted to him that she overheard his conversation with my father.”