"Tell me what you heard."
"Tell me what you are doing here."
"I can't."
"Tell me whom you were meeting."
"I can't."
"Margaret, for heaven's sake! What sort of mess is this you've got into? Can't you tell me about it? Can't you trust me?"
"I - can't!"
His manner changed. He said lightly, "Then I'm afraid I can't tell you what I heard."
There was silence. Margaret stood looking at him. Her expression changed rapidly. He thought she was going to speak; but instead she pressed her hand over her eyes. The gesture shut him out, and shut her in. He wondered what company she had in the darkness which she was making for herself.
(from Grey Mask, by Patricia Wentworth)
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