“Well, you have only one person here who had the provocation necessary to commit murder.”
Bassett made no answer. If his duty required him to tell all he knew, it did not require him to give his own opinions.
Rawson who was smoking, his long, loose-jointed frame slouched down in an armchair, took his cigar from his mouth:
“Of course the woman’s the first person you’d think of. She had the necessary provocation and the state of mind. But the way she came in and told them—as Mr. Bassett describes it—doesn’t look to me like a guilty person.”
“Why not?”
“Sounds too genuine, too like real excitement.”
“Don’t you think it’s natural to get excited if you’ve killed some one?”
“Yes, but not just that way.”
Williams leaned over the arm of his chair:
“You got to remember something about these people, Rawson—and it counts big—they’re all actors.”