"Mr. Carroll is right, Garry: he must know these things." She turned again to Carroll. "No, Mr. Carroll—I knew of no such affair—nor did I suspect one. When I became engaged to Mr. Warren I placed my trust in him as a gentleman. I still believe in him."
"Yet we know that there was a woman in that cab!"
"No-o. We know that the taxi-driver says there was."
"That's true—"
Hazel Gresham leaned forward: her manner that of a suppliant. "Mr. Carroll—why don't you abandon this horrible investigation? Why aren't you content to let matters rest where they are?"
"I couldn't do that, Miss Gresham."
"Why not?"
"Mr. Warren's murderer is still at large—and as a matter of duty—"
"Duty to whom? I am content to let the matter rest where it is. All of your investigation isn't going to restore Roland to life. You can only cause more misery, more suffering, more heartbreak—"
"It is a duty to the State, Miss Gresham. And, frankly, I cannot understand your attitude—"