"Yes," he answered her; "I can do that. I will."
"Ah," she breathed, some of the tenseness going out of her, "you are very good!"
"And you will help me, of course."
"Of course."
"You can do so now," he pressed this point. "Why is it that all of you—I noticed it in the men in the library, and when we were outside, on the lawn—why is it that all of you think this crime is going to hit you, one of you, so hard? You seem to acknowledge in advance the guilt of one of you."
"Aren't you mistaken about that?"
"No. It struck me forcibly. Didn't you feel it? Don't you, now?"
"Why, no!"
He was certain that she was not frank with him.