'Here again!' exclaimed the constable. 'Why have you left Willie?'
'Do you know what happened to him last night?' she said, answering him with another question.
'You mean at the doctor's place? Yes, I know about it; I wish I knew who did it.'
'You'll find out,' she said. 'Have you any idea?'
He looked at her doubtfully. He was very fond of Sal, but he did not know whether he ought to communicate any suspicions he might have to her. She saw him hesitate, and said,—
'Can't you trust me? I might be able to help you.'
'You?'
'Yes, why not? They say blacks are more cunning than whites.'
'But you are not black, Sal; you are a woman of quite another colour,' and he smiled at her.
'You do suspect someone. Tell me who it is.'