She put out one hand and rested it on the bannisters in a dazed sort of
way, still looking at me with a kind of fixed fascination.
"Have you any answer to what I have said?" I added after the silence had
been sufficiently impressive.
She said faintly: "How about the Admiral, Don Michael?" And, as I
choked and turned crimson, the girl turned, dropped onto the stairs, and
rocked there convulsively, stifling her helpless, hysterical laughter
with both hands over her lips.