Suddenly he knew that Anna had lied to him. One of two things, then:
either she had spent money for it, unknown to him, or some one had given
it to her. There was, in his mind, not much difference in degree between
the two alternatives. Both were crimes of the first magnitude.
He picked the watch up between his broad thumb and forefinger, and then,
his face a cold and dreadful mask, he mounted the stairs.