That changed her demeanour somewhat. Instead of being a frosty, drawn-up woman ready to declare him an imminent rapist, she looked much more calculating; not softened, exactly, but the look changed. "Ah," she said. "It makes sense now."
Alvean Howard tucked the book under her arm and looked at the man in front of her frankly, keenly, as though trying to glean more. It was difficult to continue a policy of aggression against someone who was already making a surrender! motion. "There's no evidence to suggest I wrote any such pamphlet," she said, but sounded as though she knew they both didn't believe this. "I'll state here and now that I sympathise with every salient point made in it. Are you a sympathiser, sir? A heavy from the managers? Some crony of Endicott's, blessed with expansive fruit means?"