"What a splendid witness you would make!" He stared at the carpet for a moment, then flashed his eyes upward much as Broderick had done. "Tell me," he said softly, "is there anything you withheld from them? You know how safe you are with me. But I must be in a position to advise you what to say and to leave unsaid—if the worst comes."
"You mean if I am arrested?" She had a moment of complete naturalness, and stared at him wildly. He leaned forward and patted her hand.
"Anything is possible in a case like this. But you have nothing to fear. Now, will you tell me—"
"Do you think I did it?"
"I know that you did not. But I think you know something about it."
"It would cast no light on the mystery. He was shot from that grove on a pitch dark night, and that is all there is to it."
"Let me be the judge of that."
"Very well. I had put out my light—upstairs—and, as I was nervous, I looked out of the window to see if Dave was coming. I so longed to have him come—and go! Then I happened to glance in the direction of the grove, and I saw some one sneaking about there—"
"Yes!" He half rose, his eyes expanding, his nostrils dilating. "Go on. Go on."