[ he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and begins rolling up his sleeves past his elbows with deliberate movements, holding that eye contact as long as she will grant it, reading the turmoil there. ] Mr. Dimmond knew that I had stolen Dr. Fell's identity, but did not understand my purposes for doing so. Instead of inquiring, he came here to make some arrangement that would allow us to continue as we were, if he stood to benefit in some way.

You had every chance to observe him as well as I did. Tell me. Do you believe this man expected harm to befall him when he came to dine with us tonight, enough to encourage him to inform someone of his intended whereabouts before his arrival?

Or you do think his arrogance caused him to believe he was in control of this situation, to keep quiet, out of some misplaced belief that the potential profit would outweigh any potential immorality in collaborating with whatever led us to assume the Fell name?