There was something unspeakably evil in the way they avoided hers.

He carried his right hand behind him.
He began to speak at once in quick, staccato tones, with which she was utterly unfamiliar.
"So you think you are going to escape me, do you?
But you won't! No, not for all the Errols in the world!" She did not answer him.

There was something so utterly unusual in this abrupt visitation that she knew not how to cope with it.

But he scarcely waited for an answer.

He swung the door behind him with a bang.
"Do you remember," he said, his staccato tone merging into one of rising violence, "a promise I made to you the first time I caught that scoundrel making love to you?
I swore that if it happened again I'd thrash him.
Well, I'm a man who keeps his promises.