“Ah,” Max said, dropping the towel. “It was your cat?”
George nodded. “I didn’t think she’d do such a thing. I knew she might do anything to me, but I didn’t think she would touch Leo. I Suppose I ought to have thought of it, because there was nothing else she could have done which would have hurt as much as this.”
“Is that what brought you here?” Emily asked abruptly.
“Oh yes,” George said. “She can’t he allowed to go on and on. She might hurt too many people. That’s why I’ve come to you.”
“You killed Crispin, didn’t you?” Emily said, in a flat, cold voice.
“That’s what I mean,” George returned steadily. “I’ve come to explain Then you must decide what to do.”
“You were foolish to come,” Max said softly. “You know what happened to Sydney?”
Again George nodded. “It doesn’t matter about me,” he said. “I don’t care what happens to me. I just want to be sure that she won’t escape.”
Max glanced over at Emily
“I think we should hear what he has to say,” he said. “It might save a lot of time.”