She hesitated. After all, why not. She had put her hand to the plow, and she must go on with it.
"Yes," she answered; "as the auditor who is going to Thurwell Court."
He bowed, and held the door open for her.
"That is understood, of course. Good morning, Miss Thurwell."
She was standing quite still on the threshold, as if lost in thought for a moment. Suddenly she looked up at him with a bright spot of color glowing in her cheeks.
"Let me ask you a question, Mr. Levy."
"Certainly."
"You have read the account of this—terrible thing, and you have heard all I can tell you. Doubtless you have formed some idea concerning it. Would you mind telling it to me?"
Mr. Benjamin kept his keen black eyes fixed steadily upon her while he answered the question, as though he were curious to see what effect it would have on her.
"Certainly, Miss Thurwell. I think that the gentleman calling himself Mr. Brown will find himself in the murderer's dock before a month is out."