“Well, do you think she was English?” she persisted.
French hesitated. Did he? He really was not sure. The evidence seemed strong, and yet it was just as strong, or stronger, for her being an American. Mr. Williams, for example, was——
“You don’t know,” Mrs. French broke in. “Well, now, see here. Mr. Williams said she was American?”
“That’s it,” her husband rejoined. “He said——”
“And that bank manager and his clerk, they thought she was American?”
“Yes, but——”
“And the shops she bought and sold the jewellery at, and the Savoy, and the Southampton police, they all thought she was American?”
“Yes, but we don’t——”
“Well, that ought surely to give you something.”
“That they were sisters? I thought of that, but the handwriting shows that they weren’t.”