"Ah!" he said. "I thought so. Now let me tell you, Mr. Landon—and I am indeed sorry to tell you—that there is no possible way to get that girl acquitted, and that your best plan is to work simply for the lightest possible penalty. If you can plead self-defence, temporary insanity, or even somnambulism, I advise you to do so."
"I thank you, inspector, for your advice, and regret to say that I cannot follow it. I shall plead 'not guilty,' and I shall prove my case."
The inspector began to look interested, for, though a man may not boast of his own reputation, I may say that Mr. Crawford knew me as a lawyer of long practice and wide experience; and knew, too, that I had been successful in cases where wise and anxious judges had scarcely dared hope for it.
"I hope it may be so," he said. "It does not seem to be possible, but, of course, no man's judgment is infallible. Might I be allowed, however, to ask your line of defence?"
"I don't know exactly, myself," I confessed; "but I think it will implicate George Lawrence."
"But he couldn't get in."
"Inspector, if any one is implicated other than those two women, it must necessarily be some one who 'couldn't get in.'"
"That is true," said the inspector; "but, all the same, a murder can't be committed by a man who can't get in."
"That is no more impossible," I said stanchly, "than a murder committed by either of those two women."
Again the inspector contented himself with a smile.