Logotheti expected her to speak, for he was quite sure that she had not taken him with her without a purpose; the more so, as she had not even asked him where he was going.
Three or four minutes passed before he heard her voice asking him a question, very low, as if she feared to be overheard.
'Is there any way of making that man tell the truth against his will?
You have lived in the East, and you must know about such things.' Logotheti turned his almond-shaped eyes slowly towards her, but he could not see her face well, for it was not very light in the broad West End street.

She was white; that was all he could make out.

But he understood what she meant.
'There is a way,' he answered slowly and almost sternly.

'Why do you ask ?' 'Mr.Van Torp is going to be accused of murder.

That man knows who did it.