“What do you mean?”
“Let’s go back to first principles,” Ansell said. “We have all latent evil in our make-up. Some of us haven’t the same control over this instinct as others. It depends on our training, our environment and our strength of character whether this instinct gets the upper hand. If the evil in us is segregated without the restraining influence of our instinct for doing good, then something entirely primitive has been created and may cause a lot of destruction. I’d hate to see Myra suffer for something she hasn’t done.”
This was beyond me. “Something she hasn’t done?” I repeated.
“Yes. Suppose now, the other Myra, the Myra in the photograph, takes it into her head to commit a crime. Might not the Myra we know get the blame for it?”
“Why should she?”
“It depends if the other Myra is seen while committing the crime,” Ansell returned.
“They’re exactly alike. The finger prints would be the same. Both girls are easily recognized. Can’t you see what danger there might be in all this?”
I drew a deep breath, “You’re looking for trouble,” I said. “This business is too much for me. What we’ve got to do is to get after Shumway. Now, come on, I smell breakfast.”
“Wait,” Ansell said. “What about this fellow Kelly? Maybe, we can get on to him.”
“Maybe, we can,” I said. “We’ll talk it over at breakfast.”