"Nothing more than has to do with the murder of Mrs. Caldershaw," I replied, quietly, "and I am so mixed up in that----"
"Yes! yes!" she interrupted impatiently. "I understand so far. But my aunt has been talking to you."
"Well, yes and no. I have not gathered much information from Miss Destiny."
"Why should you wish to gather any information at all?" asked the girl with some sharpness.
"My dear young lady. This murder interests me, and I wish to learn the truth. Naturally I seek for information."
"Oh! And you have come here to question my aunt."
"No, indeed. I don't see what she can tell me."
"She can tell you nothing," said Miss Monk, with decision, "my aunt is not quite sane, as you can easily see. She has a moderately good income, yet prefers to live in that miserable place, which you"--she was sarcastic here--"called comfortable, Mr. Vance."
"I wished to put Miss Destiny in a good humor," said I uneasily.
"Why?"