“Righto,” said Fibsy, “but she didn’t kill the man.”
“The trouble is, Terence, your saying that doesn’t make it so.”
“No, but its being so makes me say it.”
Gordon Lockwood came in, his face full of anxiety.
“I’m glad to see you alone for a moment, Mr. Stone,” he said. “I saw Trask taking Miss Austin home. Now, tell me, please, can you get at the truth about that girl?”
“I haven’t as yet. She’s as great a mystery as the death of Doctor Waring.”
“She is. But I have every faith in her. She is the victim of some delusion—”
“Delusion?”
“Yes; I mean she’s under a mistaken sense of duty to somebody, or—”
“State your meaning more definitely, will you?”