"No," he replied imperturbably.
"Neville came to tell me Ernie had been killed." He looked up at that. "Indeed! Why?"
"He knew I was a friend of Ernie's. I suppose he thought I'd want to know. He's always doing mad things.
You simply can't account for anything he says or does."
"What does he know about this business?"
"Nothing. Only what we all know."
"Then why did he think it necessary to visit you at midnight to tell you what you would certainly know a few hours later?"
"He'd seen my footprints," she said desperately. "He thought they might be mine. He came to find out."
"If Neville leapt to the conclusion that the footprints were yours he must enjoy a greater share of your confidence than I suspected. What is there between you?"
She pressed her hands to her throbbing temples. "Oh, my God, what do you take me for? Neville! It's - it's almost laughable!"