and rose restlessly from the bench where they had been sitting.
Strefford gave his careless shrug. "Well, my dear, you can hardly expect me to agree, for after all it was to Ellie I owed the luck of being so long alone with you in Venice. If she and Algie hadn't prolonged their honeymoon at the villa—"
He stopped abruptly, and looked at Susy. She was conscious that every drop of blood had left her face. She felt it ebbing away from her heart, flowing out of her as if from all her severed arteries, till it seemed as though nothing were left of life in her but one point of irreducible pain.
"Ellie—at your villa? What do you mean? Was it Ellie and Bockheimer who—?"
Strefford still stared. "You mean to say you didn't know?"
"Who came after Nick and me . . . ?" she insisted.
"Why, do you suppose I'd have turned you out otherwise? That beastly Bockheimer simply smothered me with gold. Ah, well, there's one good thing: I shall never have to let the villa again! I rather like the little place myself, and I daresay once in a while we might go there for a day or two. . . . Susy, what's the matter?" he exclaimed.
She returned his stare, but without seeing him. Everything swam and danced before her eyes.
"Then she was there while I was posting all those letters for her—?"
