"I told you she was unpopular," said Edith, slowly, "but I don't know that she had any enemies bitter enough to murder her."
"Except Dean!"
"Of course," she replied unmoved, "always except Mr. Dean."
"Then he must have killed her."
"It's not impossible," retorted Miss Wedderburn, coolly.
Gebb, a rare thing for him to do, lost his temper completely. "Madame!" he cried in a rage, "will you or will you not answer me plainly?"
"There is no need to raise your voice, sir. I am answering you."
"But not plainly!"
"What do you call plainly?" asked Edith, with a provoking smile.
"You know what I mean," said Gebb, testily. "I call black black and white white; you call both a kind of grey."