"What do you know?"
"I told you. I know that you murdered Sir Hector."
"I did not murder him," said Craver, steadily.
Lady Wyke shrugged her elegant shoulders. "Of course you say that. I don't very well see what else you can say if you want to save your neck."
"My neck isn't in danger."
"Oh, I think it is, and at my discretion"
"So you think."
"And so I believe, with every reason to believe," she retorted, and yet looked uneasy. This calm way of taking so heinous an accusation surprised and irritated her greatly. "Well, what have you to say?"
"A great deal."
"Hum! I told you that you would not get back to tea at the Rectory. After all, we are very comfortable--at least I am."