Westenhanger turned on her.
“These things were stolen from various places in the house. This morning, Miss Cressage and I watched you take them from the hollow tree down by the Pool. I think that’s clear enough.”
“Then it’s simply your evidence against mine. Miss Cressage doesn’t count, I’m afraid. She was under suspicion herself not so long ago.”
Westenhanger went white with anger.
“Miss Cressage cleared herself of any charge that you brought against her. But you’re mistaken if you think the thing rests solely on that evidence. The thief was left-handed; so are you.”
“So are other people.”
Westenhanger admitted this with a curt nod. He had tried to drive her into an acknowledgment without using the Talisman; but there seemed to be no way out of it.
“It’s no use bluffing, Mrs. Scorton. Your finger-prints are on the Talisman.”
Rollo Dangerfield interrupted him sharply.
“You are mistaken there, Mr. Westenhanger.”