She hesitated, then sat down, her fists tight clenched on her knees.
“You’re still quite sure you didn’t see anyone when you were at Miss Arnot’s place?” Conrad asked, taking the six photographs from his pocket.
He saw her face tighten.
“I’ve already said I didn’t see anyone. If you’re going to start all that over again…”
“Please be patient with me. Would you look at these photographs and tell me if you recognize any of the faces?”
He handed her the photographs and she took them reluctantly. She shuffled through them, and when she came to Maurer’s photograph he saw her stiffen. She dropped the photographs as if they had become red hot and jumped to her feet.
“I’m not going to have any more of this!” she cried, her face pale."I insist on going home!”
Conrad bent down and picked up the photographs. He didn’t let her see his excitement. He was sure now she had seen Maurer at Dead End. Why else should she have reacted like this?
He held Maurer’s photograph out to her.
“Do you know who this is?”