“You deny that he called on you on Tuesday evening?”
“I do,” she answered, in a steady voice.
I saw that she was rapidly recovering her self-control, and I made up my mind that I had misjudged the little woman. Under that soft, childish exterior must lie an indomitable will.
“Do you deny that you received a man on that evening?” She glanced hastily at each of us before answering: “No.”
“Oh, you did see a gentleman? Who was he?”
She hesitated a moment: “An old friend.”
“Will you kindly tell us his name?”
“No! I won’t have him mixed up in this.”
“Madam,” said the detective, “the deceased has been murdered, and—” A shriek interrupted him.
“Murdered! Oh, no, no,” she gasped, her eyes wide with terror.