“I did.” The calm glance of despair might have carried conviction to a less skeptical hearer, but Keefe only looked puzzled.
“I can’t quite make you out,” he declared; “either you’re a very brave heroine—or——”
“Or?” queried Maida.
“Or you’re nutty!”
Maida laughed outright. “That’s it,” she said, and her laughter became a little hysterical. “I am nutty, and I own up to it. Do you think we can enter a plea of insanity?”
Keefe looked at her, a new thought dawning in his mind.
“That might not be at all a bad plan,” he said, slowly; “are you in earnest?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, I think of so many plans, and discard them one after the other. But I don’t want to be convicted!”
“And you shan’t! There are more persons in this world than the three Wheelers! And one of them may easily be the murderer we’re seeking.”
“Which one?” asked Maida.