“I think—I am almost sure—I intended to strike my sister with it.”
This was another bombshell. Mr. Dane moved uneasily on his feet.
“Your sister!” he repeated in amazement.
“Yes. She was aware of my circumstances. What right had she to be flirting with my promised husband?”
“Hum! You have forgiven her since, no doubt?”
“I forgave her then, when I regained my senses. She was acting thoughtlessly. I believe that George and she went into the garden only to spite Fred Marshall.”
Mr. Dane shook his head.
“So, if we accept your statement, Mrs. Pickering, you harmed no one with the knife except yourself?”
“That is so.”
He seemed to hesitate a moment, but seemingly made up his mind to leave the evidence where it stood.