“Yes, I am. He did write.”
“And I think you've destroyed his letter, haven't you?” said Hannasyde quietly.
Her eyes flew to his face: then she burst out laughing. “That's clever of you. How did you guess?”
“Why did you do that, Miss Vereker?”
“Well, principally because it was the sort of letter that would make anyone want to commit murder, and I thought it would be safer,” Antonia replied, ingenuously.
The Superintendent looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, and then got up. “I think it was a pity you destroyed it,” he said. “But we won't go into that now.”
“Are you going to arrest me?” Antonia asked.
He smiled. “Not immediately. Mr Carrington, if I could have a few moments' conversation with you?”
“Can I go home?” said Antonia hopefully.
“Certainly, but I want you to sign your statement first, please. The Constable will have it ready for you in a moment or two.”