"Who killed him, do you think?"
"I don't know, but Rose does, and we'll make her tell!"
We discussed the matter extensively, but neither of us could come to any conclusion. When the clock struck noon, Rose Gernon, true to her appointment, walked into the room. Without waiting for an invitation she sat down in a chair and scowled at me.
"That man of yours is outside," she said savagely; "he's been following me about everywhere, and watching my house all night. Perhaps you'll ask him to go away."
"That depends on the result of this conversation. You're not out of danger yet, Miss Gernon."
"I am not aware that I was ever in danger, Mr. Denham! Are you going to accuse me of killing Felix?"
"I might even do that unless you tell the truth!"
"Oh!" said she, with a sneer; "is that your game, sir? Then suppose I do tell the truth, and say you killed Felix?"
"You're quite capable of doing so, but no one would believe so wild a tale. I had no reason to kill Felix Briarfield."
"Then what motive had I for so doing?"