"You have made your confession.

May I make mine ?" Major Fitz-David lifted my hand again from my lap and drew his chair as close as possible to mine.

I looked at him gravely and tried to release my hand.

Major Fitz-David declined to let go of it, and proceeded to tell me why.
"I have just heard you speak for the first time," he said.

"I am under the charm of your voice.