"I don't know anything about it," she replied in a low tone.
"It may save time if I tell you at once, Mrs. Eustace, that the general manager of the bank has put me in possession of all information regarding your husband—you will not improve the situation by denying what I know you thoroughly understand."
Mrs. Eustace looked up and met a glance which gave her the uncomfortable sensation of being looked through and through. She lowered her eyes more quickly than she had raised them, paled and then flushed blood-red.
"Your husband did not escape through the kitchen," Durham said in his even tone of voice.
"I have already said so," Mrs. Eustace replied, scarcely above a whisper.
"He left this room by the window."
The blood left her cheeks as she started. Harding saw her hands clasp tightly.
"And you secured the window on the inside after he had gone."
"No!"
The monosyllable escaped her lips like the yap of a dog at bay.