“And why did she kill him?”
“How can I tell?”
“She had a knife in her hand.”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps she killed him because she was jealous.”
“Perhaps.”
“Martin, don’t be angry with me. I didn’t mean any harm. I was only having a lark. I did it just to tease you—and Evelyn Atkinson.”
“That’s all very fine. What will your mother say?”
The quietude, the sound of her own voice, were giving the girl courage. She tossed her head with something of contempt.
“She can say nothing. You leave her to me. You saw how I shut Fritz’s mouth. What was the name of the man who was killed?”