"I don't know," she said, frankly. "I know that there was something which was always causing friction between them--something they quarreled about. It might have been that. That was when I heard Mr. Willis threaten her--it was something about shooting her if she ever did something--I don't know what."
"Miss Field knew him before you did, I think you said?"
"She introduced me to him."
The Thinking Machine fingered the sheet of paper he held.
"Did you know what those scraps of paper you brought me contained?"
"Yes, in a way," said the girl.
"Why did you bring them, then?"
"Because you told me you knew I had them, and I was afraid it might make more trouble for me and for Mr. Willis if I did not."
The Thinking Machine passed the sheet to Hatch.
"This will interest you, Mr. Hatch," he explained. "Those words and letters in parentheses are what I have supplied to complete the full text of the note, of which you had a mere scrap. You will notice how the scrap you had fitted into it."