“Nothing. She seemed to me just an ordinary servant——”
“Don’t you believe it! She’s far from being an ordinary servant! That girl knows all there is to know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I say. And we’ve got to get that knowledge.”
“Of course, then, if she knows anything, it’s to do with Alma. She couldn’t know anything about any other suspect.”
“Look here, Norris, you’ll have to remember that I’m out to find the murderer of Sampson Tracy. I’m not considering whether the evidence I collect is going to implicate this one or that one, or whether it isn’t. I want only the truth.”
“Well, I don’t,” I told him. “I want to clear Alma Remsen, and I’d perjure myself straight into perdition if it would do her any good.”
“Well, it wouldn’t. Your word, after that speech, isn’t worth the effort it takes to speak it, as you must see for yourself. Why don’t you try to realize that that sort of talk won’t get you anywhere, nor help the girl either. Why don’t you try to understand that to find the real murderer is the only thing to free Miss Remsen, and the only way to do that is to investigate.”
All of a sudden, I saw myself for a silly fool.
“You’re right, March,” I said, earnestly; “and I’m going to try.”