The opium habit grows on one so." "Opium!" echoed Olga sharply.
"Opium, dear child! It's a cunning mixture and most seductive.

The astute Max little knew what he was inhaling this afternoon." Violet's words had a curious tremor in them as of semi-tragic mirth.
Olga listened in horrified silence.

So this was the secret of Max's peculiar behaviour! If he did not know by this time, then she did not know Max Wyndham.
"Yes," Violet went on.

"Hunt-Goring is counting on those cigarettes of his to get me under his influence.

I know.