“Oh, nothing. But,—just supposing, you know. I’m sure I don’t want to mention Mr. Truxton or Mr. Wadsworth, but they were both here——”
“Absurd! Why, Mr. Wadsworth was with Mrs. Faulkner in the Drawing Room——”
“Yes, I know. But he came down and went out the door alone, leaving her up there. Now, if he had wanted to, and if he had fixed it up with Blake, couldn’t he have gone into the studio, stolen the jewels and killed Eric, and then turned off the light and fled, Blake letting him out the front door?”
“But why would Mr. Wadsworth do that?”
“Why would anybody? I’m only showing you that there are theories that don’t include me or Joyce.”
“But not tenable theories. Mr. Wadsworth, I’ve been told, was having a—a romantic tête-à-tête with Mrs. Faulkner.”
“Yes, he was asking her, for the ’steenth time, to marry him. But she turned him down again.”
“Well, even if she did, probably he didn’t give up all hope. And a man, just from a session of that sort, isn’t going to commit a crime.”
“Oh, well, of course, it wasn’t Mr. Wadsworth. But why not consider Mr. Truxton? He’s a jewel sharp, too.”
“We have considered him. But he and his wife went home earlier——”