“No, but how too thrilling,” said pretty Mrs Eversleigh, opening herlovely, but slightly vacant, blue eyes very wide. “They always saywomen have a sixth sense; do you think it’s true, Sir Alington?”
The famous alienist smiled sardonically. He had an unboundedcontempt for the foolish pretty type, such as his fellow guest. AlingtonWest was the supreme authority on mental disease, and he was fullyalive to his own position and importance. A slightly pompous man of fullfigure.
“A great deal of nonsense is talked, I know that, Mrs Eversleigh. Whatdoes the term mean – a sixth sense?”
“You scientific men are always so severe. And it really is extraordinarythe way one seems to positively know things sometimes – just knowthem, feel them, I mean – quite uncanny – it really is. Claire knows what Imean, don’t you, Claire?”
She appealed to her hostess with a slight pout, and a tilted shoulder.
Claire Trent did not reply at once. It was a small dinner party – she andher husband, Violet Eversleigh, Sir Alington West, and his nephewDermot West, who was an old friend of Jack Trent’s. Jack Trent himself,a somewhat heavy florid man, with a good-humored smile, and apleasant lazy laugh, took up the thread.
