"He merely told me that you and your brother left the theatre as I stated. You decline to reveal your movements."
"I do," said Juliet, clenching her hands and looking pale but defiant. "My private business can have nothing to do with you. As you seek to connect me with this case, it is your business to prove what you say. I refuse to speak."
"Will your brother refuse?"
"You had better ask him," said Miss Saxon carelessly, but with an effort to appear light-hearted. "I don't inquire into my brother's doings, Mr. Jennings."
"Yet you heard about his gambling."
"I don't see what that has to do with the matter in hand. Do you accuse me and Basil of having killed my aunt?"
"I accuse no one, as yet," said Jennings, chagrined at her reticence, "I said that before. Did you not speak with your aunt on that night?"
"No," said Juliet positively. "I certainly did not."
Jennings changed his tactics, and became apparently friendly. "Well, Miss Saxon, I won't bother you any more. I am sure you have told me all you know." Juliet winced. "Have you any idea if the weapon with which the crime was committed has been discovered?"
"That is a strange question for a detective to ask."