CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“Madame Mystique warned me about Poseidon,” Watters told Mary as they prepared to leave their house. “How did she know?”
“Maybe she didn’t know,” Marie said. “Maybe you already knew.”
“Now you’re being mysterious,” Watters said.
“Not at all,” Marie shook her head. “You must have seen that yacht anchored in the firth.”
“Probably,” Watters admitted reluctantly.
“You would have. You were at sea with the marines. You notice such things,” Marie told him. “We all do, although it’s unconscious. We don’t register half what we see. That’s how you drag information from witnesses; you make them dredge facts from their memory, things they have seen without realising. Madame Mystique did the same with you, that’s all. It’s not magic; it’s only knowing people.”
“How did she k
