“Could—no, she couldn’t! I won’t even think of it!”
“But you thought of Miss Dupuy. Miss French, as I told you yesterday, we must think of every possible person, not every probable one. These suggestions are not suspicions—and they harm no one who is innocent.”
“I suppose that is so. Well, let us consider Miss Morton then, but of course she didn’t really kill Maddy.”
“I trust not. But I must say I could sooner believe it of a woman of her type than Miss Dupuy’s.”
“But Cicely didn’t either! Oh, how can you say such dreadful things!”
“We won’t say them any more. They are dreadful. But I thought you were going to help me in my detective work, and you balk at every turn.”
“No, I won’t,” said Kitty, looking repentant. “I do want to help you; and if you’ll let me help, I’ll suspect everybody you want me to.”
“I want you to help me, but this story of Marie’s is too big for me to handle by myself. I must put that into Mr. Benson’s hands. It is really more important than you can understand.”
“I suppose so,” said Kitty, so humbly that Rob smiled at her, and had great difficulty to refrain from kissing her.