“I do. Therefore, I felt I must inform you of the extent of my knowledge, so you and I can understand each other. Now, drop the subject for the moment, for I’ve other matters to speak of. Where do you suppose the weapon is?”
“I’ve not the slightest idea! How could I have?”
“Do you know what the weapon was?”
“Only what the doctor said, a very sharp knife of some sort.”
“Yes; now did you know that the doctor has also said that the stroke delivered by that same sharp knife was so well planted, so skillfully driven home, that it implies the work of some one with a knowledge of anatomy?”
“A doctor?”
“Not necessarily,—unless a woman doctor. But, what other idea suggests itself?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t ask me riddles.”
“A nurse, then. Can’t you see the reasonableness of suspecting a trained nurse, after Dr Pagett’s opinions?”
“All right; where’s your trained nurse in Sir Herbert’s bright galaxy of beauty?”