"But what other motive could she have? And, Mr. Gryce, where could she bestow the bodies of so many unfortunate victims, even if by her great strength she could succeed in killing them?"
"There you have me," said he. "We have not been able as yet to unearth any bodies. Have you?"
"No," said I, with some little show of triumph showing through my disdain, "but I can show you where to unearth one."
He should have been startled, profoundly startled. Why wasn't he? I asked this of myself over and over in the one instant he weighed his words before answering.
"You have made some definite discoveries, then," he declared. "You have come across a grave or a mound which you have taken for a grave."
I shook my head.
"No mound," said I. Why should I not play for an instant or more with his curiosity? He had with mine.
"Ah, then, why do you talk of unearthing? No one has told you where you can lay hand on Silly Rufus' body, I take it."
"No," said I. "The Knollys house is not inclined to give up its secrets."
He started, glancing almost remorsefully first at the tip, then at the head of the cane he was balancing in his hand.