"When did you meet Woodhouse before—and where?"
"How do you know I met him before?" She attempted to parry, but Crandall cut her short with a gesture of impatience:
"Please don't try that tack again. Answer those two questions, and you sail in the morning."
Jane Gerson's eyes grew hard, and she lifted her chin in defiance.
"And if I refuse"
"Why should you?" Crandall affected surprise not altogether unfelt.
"No matter—I do!" The challenge came crisp and sharp-cut as a new blade. Gibraltar's governor lost his temper instanter; his face purpled.
"And I know why!" he rasped. "He's got round you—made love to you—tricked you! I'd swear he was kissing you just the minute I came in here. The German cad! Good lord, girl; can't you see how he's using you?"
"I'm afraid I can't."
Crandall advanced toward her, shaking a menacing finger at her.
