Doris's face softened.
"I think if I had committed murder," she said, "you would try to defend the deed."
"I certainly would!"
They smiled into each other's eyes at this.
"But, David, I am afraid to tell Nancy. Somehow I think the doubt would hurt her more cruelly than the real truth might have. It has always been the not knowing that mattered to Nan—unless what was to be known was a happy thing. Merry was like that, you remember."
"Then why run a risk with Nancy, Doris?"
Martin had the look in his eyes with which he scanned the face of a patient who could not be depended upon to describe his own symptoms.
"I—think—Ken should know."
"What?"
"Why—why—what there is to know!"