The light from a rose-shaded electric lamp glittered upon her hair.

She was wearing black again, and something in her appearance and attitude almost took his breath away.

It reminded him of the moment when he had seen her first.
"First," she said, "I am going to ask you a question.

Why did you do it ?" "Do what ?" he asked.
She gave vent to a little gesture of impatience.

He must know quite well what she meant.
"Why did you give evidence at the inquest and omit all mention of me ?" "I don't know," he answered bluntly.
"You have committed yourself to a story," she reminded him, "which is certainly not altogether a truthful one.