"The embroidery in blue silk repeats the initials of your name."
"And you found it in the field, where the motor car was stranded?"
"I did, concealed in a hedge."
"Where I concealed it?"
"I don't say that."
Gertrude stepped back and clutched at her breast. "Don't you believe that I am the woman who stole your car?"
"No, I don't."
"Don't you believe that I murdered Anne for the sake of the eye?"
"No, I don't."
"But on what ground"--she flung abroad her arms--"do you believe me to be innocent?"