“That is true of Mr. Landon,—in a way.”
“I can’t suspect either of those two,—it’s impossible.”
“Go on, Professor, tell me about the little girl’s death.”
“You’ve heard it before.”
“I know, but every little helps.”
“She was across the room. I was looking at Bruce, of course, when I heard an exclamation——”
“From whom?”
“I don’t know; Miss Carnforth, I think. Any way, she and Tracy were bending over Vernie,—they had laid her on a couch,—and in a moment, they said she was dead. At the same time, Mr. Bruce breathed his last. It was all so fearful, so terrible, we were stunned. At least, I was, and one by one we pulled ourselves together, trying to realize what had happened.”
“All right, I know the rest. You’ve helped me a little——”
“Do you suspect anybody? Does Mr. Wise? Tell me, child. I can doubtless be of help, if I know what to do.”