"It merely suggested something that we had thought impossible," Bristow interjected soothingly: "that you might have wanted to deny having heard something which you really did hear; that you were protecting somebody."
"Oh," she said angrily, "that's absurd—utterly."
"Quite," lied Bristow suavely. "That was what I told Chief Greenleaf." Then, with sharp directness, he asked her: "Who do you think killed your sister?"
"I don't know! Oh, I don't know!" she cried shrilly, more than ever suggestive of the spoiled child.
"It must have been some burglar. She was very popular, everybody said. She had no enemies."
"None at all?"
"None that I know of."
"But Mr. Morley didn't like her, did he?"
"No," she said slowly. "He didn't like her, but you couldn't have called him her enemy."
Bristow moved his chair toward her several inches.