“He didn’t do it,” she averred stubbornly. “I know he didn’t.”
In justice to Lafe, she always reiterated this.
Morse gave a sinister laugh.
“What you know or don’t know won’t matter,” he responded, and looking at the angry, beautiful face, he ejaculated, “Thank God for that!”
Jinnie turned her back, but he requested her sharply to look at him.
“Have you told the boy where I’m going to take you?” he demanded, when she was eyeing him disdainfully.
“No.”
“I never knew a woman before who could hold her tongue,” he commented in sarcasm.
Jinnie didn’t heed the compliment.
“When he asks you questions, what do you tell him?”