Ellen looked at him with gentle reproach.
“You don’t trust me, do you?” she wailed. “Well, if you want to know the truth——”
(What else should I want to know, he thought savagely?)
“I found him up in her sitting-room the night she arrived home. The first time you and I met each other, do you remember?”
Her eyes pleaded in vain. He nodded shortly.
“I have not forgotten.”
Ellen’s tongue passed over encrimsoned lips. “Well, she tried to pass him off as a legal adviser or something. But I knew better. I recognized him the minute I entered the room! So of course I told them so! Later, when we were alone I wormed it all out of Anne. It’s quite simple, you see.”
“Quite! What sort of fellow is this Petrovskey? I’ve never had the pleasure of hearing him play.”
Ellen smiled reminiscently.
“Perfectly fascinating, in a haggard way! And the rudest thing! He would have enjoyed killing me, I know!”