Don't ask me if I think they're right or wrong! I'm only telling you what I know so as to show you what danger Ransford is in." Mary made no immediate answer, and Bryce sat watching her.

Somehow--he was at a loss to explain it to himself--things were not going as he had expected.

He had confidently believed that the girl would be frightened, scared, upset, ready to do anything that he asked or suggested.

But she was plainly not frightened.

And the fingers which busied themselves with the fancy-work had become steady again, and her voice had been steady all along.
"Pray," she asked suddenly, and with a little satirical inflection of voice which Brice was quick to notice, "pray, how is it that you--not a policeman, not a detective!--come to know so much of all this?
Since when were you taken into the confidence of Mitchington and the mysterious person from London ?" "You know as well as I do that I have been dragged into the case against my wishes," answered Bryce almost sullenly.