“I—I don’t think so.”
She was looking down at the pattern of the rug that covered her, and Conrad stared at her, a feeling of sick disappointment coming over him.
“You’re sure of that?”
“Yes.”
Why didn’t she look at him? he wondered. Could she be lying?
“Miss Coleman, this is vitally important. I want you to think carefully before you answer my next question. You know Miss Arnot has been murdered. She was killed on the 9th, a few minutes after seven o’clock: at the time you were there. We had hoped you might have seen the killer. Are you absolutely sure you didn’t see anyone except the guard and Miss Arnot?”
There was a long pause. He noticed she was trembling under the rug and her hands had turned into small white knuckled fists.
“Yes,” she said at last.
“You mean you didn’t see anyone?”
“I didn’t see anyone.”