“Yes, ma’am, what you suspect,” directed the detective. “The time has come, Miss Prall, when suspicions must be voiced, whether true or not, in order that we may prove or disprove them.”
“Then get up your own suspicions,” cried Bates. “Find your own suspects and prove their guilt or innocence.”
“We’re doing that,” Gibbs said, quietly, “but we necessarily depend also on the statements of witnesses.”
“But Miss Prall isn’t a witness.”
“Not an eye-witness, perhaps, but a material witness, if she knows anything that we want to know.”
“She doesn’t know anything you want to know,” exclaimed Eliza Gurney, coming into the room. “But Kate Holland does! If you’re anxious for information get that girl and quiz her!”
“Hush up, Eliza,” stormed Letitia. “What did you learn in at the Everett’s, Mr Gibbs?”
“I learned that you said you’d kill Sir Herbert Binney yourself, if you were sure you wouldn’t be found out.”
“What!” Miss Prall turned perfectly white, but whether with rage or fear, Gibbs didn’t know. “She said that! The little devil! Just let me get at her, once!”
“Didn’t you make that remark?”