21/27 "But you can't be sure, Sylvia! This is guesswork of yours--yes, guesswork." "It's not," she answered. "I told you that the floor was littered with slips of the paper on which Mr.Hine had been trying to write." "Yes." There came an indefinable change in Garratt Skinner's face. He leaned forward with his mouth sternly set and his eyes very still. One might almost have believed that for the first time during that luncheon he was really anxious, really troubled. |