“Why, no; because I was afraid that if I told on him, I’d never be able to go out again.”
“And you, quite alone, could carry the pastor’s body out of his room?”
“I am very strong.”
“How did you arrange it that there should be no traces of blood to betray you?”
“I waited until the body had stiffened, then I tied up the wound and carried him down into the crypt.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t want to leave him in that horrid pool of blood.”
“You were sorry for him then?”
“Why, yes; it looked so horrid to see him lying there—and he had always been so good to me. He was so good to me that very evening when I entered his study.
“He recognised you?