"I am here to speak to you about this murder," I said, plunging boldly into the subject.
"Ah, about a murder! But there are so many."
"You know to which one I refer. The murder of a young girl in Victoria Park, which took place the night before last."
"I have heard and read of it," said Devlin.
"You know also," I continued, "that the tragedy has produced in Mr. Lemon a condition of mind and body which may lead to dangerous results, probably to a despairing death."
"All men must die," he said cynically.
I was now thoroughly aroused. "I have come to you for an explanation," I said, "and it must be a satisfactory one."
"You speak like an inquisitor," said Devlin, with a quiet smile, and I seemed to detect in his altered manner a desire to irritate me and to drive me into an excess of passion. For this reason I kept myself cool, and simply said,
"I am resolved."
"Good. Keep resolved."