He called himself Garratt Skinner.
"Why?
But why ?" she cried, impulsively, and Chayne, still leaning on her chair, pressed her arm with his hand and warned her to be silent.
"I will tell you afterward," he said, quietly, and then he suddenly drew himself upright.

The movement was abrupt like the movement of a man thoroughly startled--more startled even than she had been by the unexpected sight of her father's handwriting.

She looked up into his face.

He was staring at the open page of Michel's book.

She turned back to it herself and saw nothing which should so trouble him.