this is your doing , he told her silently . i believe she was at her mothers . from where he lay on the platform the director saw theos hand with the brush jerk , saw a long dribble of basic black heading for helenas sky-offered face , saw a jar of red paint smashed on the pavement . they jumped between the massive stones and splashed their way to the island . `` well ... he said you had n't thought it through . i felt a little sheepish at the mention of girls . 