Freda perceived at once that her shot was wide of the mark. She sat up and looked at him.
“Well, if you didn’t, then who did?”
Crispin looked at her steadily, with rather a comical expression, for a long time. Then he shook his head.
“Of course you won’t believe me,” he said; “but I don’t know.”
“But wasn’t it you that brought Blewitt’s body into the house?”
Crispin nodded.
“And had it seen by the doctor?”
“Yes.”
“And then hid it under the floor?”
“Well, I had a hand in that too.”