"What is that to you? Let me pass," cried Mrs. Crosbie haughtily.
"We," Arnold waved his hand to include Gerald and Tod, "we thought that you were ignorant, and so could not guess what was your motive for murdering that unfortunate woman."
"Murder!" Mrs. Crosbie went a dead-white, and became as rigid as a corpse.
Rebb started and came forward.
"You must be mistaken," he said, in shaking tones to Arnold.
"He is a foul liar," said Mrs. Berch, grasping her daughter to keep her from falling. "Let us pass, sir."
"No," said Arnold, still holding his ground, and speaking loudly, while the others kept silence. "When Inspector Morgan comes you shall be arrested. I shall give you in charge for this murder, of which Mrs. Haskins is wrongfully accused."
Mrs. Crosbie shrieked, looking a pitiable spectacle of fear and shame, as she clung to her mother. But that stern lady, although white and also terrified, controlled her feelings with iron nerve. "On what grounds do you accuse my daughter?" she demanded.
"I saw you and her in a motor car at Belldown--I saw you on the way here--you were at the gates of the Pixy's House shortly before twelve o'clock, waiting for Bellaria, whom you lured to the gate by means of a letter."
"I was at Bognor--I was at Bognor," cried Mrs. Crosbie, shaking with fear.