“If I had, do you think I should invoke your assistance,” she asked, evading his question dexterously.
“Two heads are better than one,” countered the solicitor.
“True enough, and yet one head may be able to bring the beast who killed Baldwin to the scaffold.”
“Then I must apologise for troubling you,” said Alan, rising. “As I told you at Belstone my only desire to unravel this case is one of curiosity, and if you think that I am meddlesome I——”
“No no! no! You are really very good. Sit down and I shall answer what questions you like. After all I should be glad to have the advice of a solicitor for nothing, unless you expect six and eightpence, Mr. Fuller.”
“I expect nothing but straight replies to my questions, Miss Grison.
“Go on, then. As to the one you have already asked, I can say nothing at present. I don’t know for certain who murdered Baldwin.”
“But you have some suspicion?”
“Nothing that has tangible proof.”
Apparently she would not put her feeling against Sorley into words, so Alan tried another tack. “Would you mind telling me your history?”