“No, we couldn’t have, in the house.”
“But if it was Schuyler——”
“Well, even if,—he couldn’t make footprints without that convenient ‘light snow’ and there isn’t any.”
“And besides, Schuyler didn’t do it.”
“No, I know he didn’t. But you’re going to assume that, you know, in order to detect the real criminal.”
“Yes, I know I said so; but I don’t believe that game will work, after all.”
“I don’t believe you’re much of a detective, any way,” said Kitty, so frankly that Fessenden agreed.
“I don’t believe I am,” he said honestly. “With the time, place, and number of people so limited, it ought to be easy to solve this mystery at once.”
“I think it’s just those very conditions that make it so hard,” said Kitty, sighing.
And so completely under her spell was Fessenden by this time that he emphatically agreed with her.