"'Murder!' You—you're joking, Miss Deane!" Yet, somehow, Clancy knew that he knew that she was not joking.
"I'm not joking. He—he thinks that I killed Morris Beiner."
"Murder! Morris Beiner!" he gasped.
"You've read about it. I'm the woman! The one that ran down the fire-escape, that the police want!"
Slowly Randall digested it. Once again he gasped the word:
"Murder!"
"Goodness me!" Clancy became New England in her expression. "What else did you think it was?"
"Why—I supposed—something—I didn't know—murder! That's absurd!"
"You seem relieved," she said. He puzzled her.
"Well, of course," he said.