Gifford blinked, leaned back, and pretended to be puzzled.
"You think I don't know why you called me in here?" I said. "You think I don't know why, suddenly, you decided to hang a mirror in your office?"
Gifford's desk lamp dimmed, and for a moment he seemed so pale he was scarcely there at all. Then he wheeled his chair next to mine. "You've guessed the truth, haven't you, Clara?"