"You said you were not able to forget everything. I supposed that my work might be one of the things you still remembered."
At length Trent was able to observe that Arthur Grenvil looked less confident.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Trent."
"The name Anthony Trent calls nothing to mind?"
"Sorry," Grenvil retorted, "I suppose I ought to know all about you."
"That's what you said before!" Trent exclaimed.
"Before?" There was no doubt now as to Grenvil's perturbation.
"Cut that out," Trent commanded angrily. "You did it very well, but I'm sick and tired of fencing. What are you going to do about it?"
He was sure now that the other was frightened. That the emotion of fear did not bring anger in its train amazed Trent.