Gil, you must know, had come from "legitimate" and was a clever actor.

Jean recoiled a little before the leering face of him; pressed her shoulder hard against the ledge that had trapped her, and watched him in an agony of fear.

One felt that she did, though one could not see her face.

Gil spoke a few words and came on with a certain tigerish assurance of his power, but Jean did not move a muscle.

She had backed as far away from him as she could get.