“I’ve seen enough. Come along!”
Soft Sam would say no more till they were out of the house and seated in the ferry, on the way to Sydney.
“You say the bedstead has not been shifted?”
“No; nothing has been moved.”
“Then your mystery is so simple, a child could see through it! Any one but a regular detective or a duffer should be able to find it out in five minutes. He was only a clever amateur after all who did the job.”
“How do you know?”
“Then how was it done?”
“That I do not feel at liberty to tell you—at least, just yet. I must see Mrs. Booth and have an understanding with her. She is a girl of sense, as far as girls go. For, mind you, as I said at first, I am not going to be dragged in to give evidence in any police-court proceedings. None of their tomfoolery for me! If I tell Mrs. Booth how she can clear herself, I expect her only to act when, and as I tell her.”
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