"That's just it!" he said bitterly. "I couldn't!"
"You haven't much of an opinion of women, have you?"
"You don't understand me. I don't doubt but you're a whole lot cleverer than I. But I have my pride. What would you think of a man who..." He ended with a shrug.
"We just argue round in a circle," said Pen dejectedly.
"So it seems."
"It's a waste of time," she said more firmly. "Let us talk things over first and find out where we're at. Your first thought was that it was a case of suicide."
"I've changed my mind," he said. "Dongan hadn't the nerve. He was the sort of man to cling to life. Besides the loss of seventy-five thousand wasn't a knock-out blow to him. He could have raised the money."
"Then it was murder," said Pen. "That agrees with the doctor's evidence. Who do you think killed him?"
"I swear I don't know," said Don helplessly. "I've been beating my brains all day without being able to hit out an idea. His life was as open as daylight."
"You knew him well?"