He was pale, and there was a set, malignant sneer upon his lip, a malignant look in the blue eyes that were habitually so clear and honest.
"There have been moments," said Tremayne, "when I have almost felt you to be vindictive." "D'ye wonder ?" growled O'Moy.

"Has no suspicion crossed your mind that I may know the whole truth ?" Tremayne was taken aback.

"That startles you, eh ?" cried O'Moy, and pointed a mocking finger at the captain's face, whose whole expression had changed to one of apprehension.
"What is it ?" cried Sylvia.

Instinctively she felt that under this troubled surface some evil thing was stirring, that the issues perhaps were not quite as simple as she had deemed them.
There was a pause.

O'Moy, with his back to the window now, his hands still clasped behind him, looked mockingly at Tremayne and waited.
"Why don't you answer her ?" he said at last.