"Yes. One thing more."
The correction came quietly from Ann Upcott. She was standing by herself, very pale and defiant. She knew now that she was suspected. The very care with which every one had avoided even looking at her had left her in no doubt.
Hanaud looked about the room.
"What more can we do?" he asked.
"You can search my rooms."
"No!" cried Betty violently. "I won't have it!"
"If you please," said Ann. "It is only fair to me."
Monsieur Bex nodded violently.
"Mademoiselle could not be more correct," said he.
Ann addressed herself to Hanaud.