"That's best known to yourself," I answered tartly, weary of all this fencing.
"It is waste of time talking like this," interrupted Francis. "You must be aware, Miss Gernon, that you stand in a very dangerous position."
"Not more so than you do yourself," she replied, with superb insolence.
"Pardon me, I think otherwise. By your own confession you went down to the Fen Inn to assist my brother in getting me out of the way. You said that last night before two witnesses--Miss Bellin and Mr. Denham."
"I talked at random," she muttered. "I did not intend that any crime should be committed."
"Perhaps not. Nevertheless, my brother is dead, and you know how he died."
"I know the cause of his death, but I do not know who killed him!"
"If you know one thing, you must know the other."
"I do not! When Felix arrived, he showed Strent and I an arrowhead which he said was poisoned."
"Is this the arrowhead?" I asked, producing it out of a thick piece of paper.