“All arising, of course, from jealousy or disappointment. How far is this hatred going to lead her?”
“I should say to the furthest point.”
Rossett recoiled. “You mean to say she can have so changed that she would contemplate that?”
Moreno did not mince his words. “You will take my word for it that it is revenge she seeks, and she will not hesitate. Her position in the brotherhood will give her a very plausible excuse.”
For a moment, Guy Rossett lost his head. “Yes, you told me just now, I remember, she belonged to the brotherhood. But I always understood—”
He paused; Moreno noted that sudden pause. Rossett had been on the point of saying something that would have revealed much.
The young man leaned forward and whispered.
“Mr Rossett, do you still refuse to give me the name of your informant?”
“I am afraid I cannot,” was the firm reply. “My word was given, you understand.” Again he seemed on the point of saying something further, and refrained.
Moreno shrugged his shoulders. “I admire your scrupulousness, but I still think you are very foolish in your own interests. Still, I know what you Englishmen are. If my suspicions had been confirmed by your positive evidence, my hands would have been very much strengthened. I could have dealt with the matter in a very positive and speedy way.”