"If it becomes necessary I shall," she replied. "At all events I was in the house of a relative while you were there—"
"As a thief in the night. Thank you."
"You were there as a detective."
She had never seen him lose his calm before. He flushed red and a look of hatred came over his face.
"A detective! I? If you knew how I loathed them you would never suspect me of being that."
"If not why are you down here hounding my brother?"
"Hasn't he told you?"
"He says you persist in pretending to know him."
"Lady Daphne," Trent said earnestly. "Was your brother a Private William Smith, a gentleman ranker in the seventy-eighth battalion of the City of London Regiment?"