"If you call them so."
"Did they kill her?"
"Not they!"
"Did they intend to?"
"Not they!"
"Then, where did you get that bit of lace? And where is the dagger?"
"Dagger! What about dagger now?"
He asked it with a guilty start. At last the talk was taking a turn which left Hylda Prout in command.
"If you have that lace, you have the dagger, too. And if you have the dagger, what help do you want from me? Produce that, and Osborne is done for."
Her voice sank to a whisper. If Furneaux could have been present he must have felt proud of her.