Once again Laverick was thankful for those nerves of his. He sat quite still. His face exhibited nothing more than the blank amazement which he certainly felt.
“This is marvelous,” he said. “Have you told the police?”
“I have not,” she answered. “I wish, if I can, to avoid telling the police.”
“But the money? To whom did it belong?”
“Not to the murdered man.”
“To any one whom you know of?” he inquired.
“I wonder,” she said, after a moment of hesitation, “whether I am telling you too much.”
“You are telling me a good deal,” he admitted frankly.
“I wonder how far,” she asked, “you will be inclined to reciprocate?”
“I reciprocate!” he exclaimed. “But what can I do? What do I know of these things?”