“Yes, a cachou. The whole discovery of the murderer may hinge on that tiny clue we found.”
“It may, but I can hardly hope so.”
“I hope so,—for I do want to prove to Tom Willard that our search for clues wasn’t silly, after all.”
And Fessenden’s foolish heart was so joyed at Kitty’s use of “we” and “our” that he cared not a rap for Willard’s opinion of his detective methods.
XVII
MISS MORTON’S STATEMENTS
That afternoon another session of the inquest was held.
Fessenden had told Coroner Benson of Marie’s disclosures concerning Miss Morton, and in consequence that lady was the first witness called.
The summons was a complete surprise to her. Turning deathly white, she endeavored to answer to her name, but only gave voice to an unintelligible stammer.
The coroner spoke gently, realizing that his feminine cloud of witnesses really gave him a great deal of trouble.