"No? Might not Osborne put it there himself? You know where that bit of lace come from?"
"I guess."
"What you guess?"
"I guess that it is from the dress of the dead actress, for it has blood on it."
"You guess good—very good. And Osborne killed her—yes?"
She pondered a little. This attack had come on her from a moonlit sky.
"That I don't know. He may have, and he may not," she murmured.
"Which is more likely? That he killed her, or that I killed her?"
"I don't know. I should say it is more likely that you killed her."
"What! You pay me that compliment? Why so?"