Olga had a feeling that the green eyes comprehended her also.
"No," he said, with extreme deliberation.

"Not even that.

But--since you ask me--the odds are certainly very greatly in my favour." And with that he turned on his heel, still smiling, and sauntered away.
As he went, Violet stooped towards Olga with a face gone suddenly white, and grasped her arm.
"Remember, Allegro!" she said.

"Not a word about Hunt-Goring--to anyone! Not one single tiny suspicion of a hint!" And Olga, looking into her eyes, read terror in her soul..