“That’s hardly a satisfactory reply, Mr. Thorne.”
“I regret it; it is an honest one.”
“Well, let’s put it this way: You are devoted to your sister, aren’t you, Mr. Thorne?”
“Very deeply devoted.”
“You admit that her happiness is dear to you?”
“I don’t particularly care for the word ‘admit’; I state willingly that her happiness is very dear to me.”
“And you would do anything to secure it?”
“I would do a great deal.”
“Anything?”
Douglas Thorne leaned forward over the witness box, his face suddenly stern. “If by ‘anything,’ Mr. Farr, you mean would I commit murder, my reply is no.”