"Ay, and Miss Russell left at the same time with me."
"And I am quite sure no one entered the studio whilst you were out,
Cornelius, for I was sitting at the head of the staircase."
"And I am quite as sure no one entered it at night, for I had the key in my pocket."
"Then you see that no one did it," I replied, looking up at him.
"I see," he said, laying his hand on my shoulder, and bending his look on mine,—"I see no such thing, Daisy. I see that only two persons can have done the deed—you or I—I'll leave you to guess which it was."
"And did you really do it, Cornelius?" I exclaimed, quite bewildered.
The eyes of Cornelius kindled, his lip trembled, but turning away from me as if in scorn of wrath—
"Leave the room," he said almost calmly.
I looked at him—the truth flashed across me—Cornelius accused me of having done it. I felt stunned, far more with wonder than with indignation.
"Did you hear me?" he asked, with the same dead calmness in his tone.
"Leave the room!" and his extended hand pointed to the door.