I know I ought to know, and I do know more than I did, but—I can't just find it."
"Never mind about that, Miss Adair will see you're all right. Now put your hat on, and off you go. I'm afraid that I must hurry you."
I was thinking of Inspector Symonds down below, and how extremely possible it was that he might change his mind. She made no movement, but continued looking down on to the floor, her brow all creased in lines of pain.
"Do you think—I—killed that man?"
"I am sure that you did not."
She glanced up at me, her brow smoothed out, light in her eyes.
"You are sure? Oh? What makes you sure?"
"My own common sense. I have seen your brother, and I have heard from him what was the errand which took you to Edwin Lawrence. I can understand how your mind was strained, and what a very little more was needed to make that strain too much. But that in what took place you did nothing of which you have cause to be ashamed, I am convinced."
"But she thinks I did it, and so does she; and—I'm not sure."
She pointed first to Miss Adair and then to Mrs. Peddar.
