Stella put her hand in his. “Randall, you didn't have anything to do with it, did you?”
“No, darling, in spite of every appearance to the contrary, I didn't.”
She looked at him. “Do you know who did?”
He did not answer immediately. Then his clasp on her hand tightened, and he said: “Yes. I think so.”
“Is it going to be beastly?”
“Yes, very. Oh, not Aunt Zoë, sweetheart. But I'm afraid it may upset you.”
“Are you going to tell the police, Randall?”
“I must tell them. I did every mortal thing I could think of to stop them from finding out the truth, and I succeeded so well that we are now most of us in danger of instant arrest. All through Aunt Harriet's accidental death! It is, I suppose, rather delightfully ironic, if you happen to be looking at it from the right angle.”
“Can't you tell me, Randall? I'd rather know.”
“Not now, my sweet. I think it's better kept to myself until I've done what I've got to do.”