“Well, it just means that you are dealing with things that can’t be explained by any reason or argument or logic, and Sergeant Burke hasn’t the right kind of experience for this. He’s fighting against things he can’t see. He’s hoping now that Martin or Perkins will break down and tell everything. They won’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“I can’t explain, though I’m sure of it. Does anything suggest itself to you?”
“To be done now?”
“Yes.”
He shook his head. “Burke’s proposal seems to be all there is left.”
“I think perhaps there’s something else,” she said almost timidly. “Do you remember what you told me some weeks ago about the picture that must always be passing through a criminal’s mind?”
“Yes, distinctly.”
“And the strange impulse to return to the scene of his crime that he has to fight against? Well, let us assume that Martin is the criminal and has returned.”
“There’s no question of that,” he put in quickly.