"How can you be involved? You didn't even know it was in the house."
"No. But the old lady might have dropped it. I might have picked it up. Julian might have picked it up. Who's to prove—"
She cut in coldly—
"Please don't talk like that!"
He smiled with momentary constraint. He said to himself—
"It won't do to talk to this kind of girl like that. She won't stand it.... Why, she wouldn't even dream of suspicion falling on herself—wouldn't dream of it."
After a silence he began—
"Well—" and made a gesture to imply that the enigma baffled him.
"I give it up!" breathed Rachel intimately. "I fairly give it up!"
"And of course that was the cause of her attack?" he said suddenly, as if the idea had just occurred to him.