"He answered the riddle, of course. He knew who had hired the killers, and why. From that, it followed she was next."
Harries caught his arm so tightly he winced. "What?"
"Uh-huh," said Yamamura. "Wait, though. He didn't tell me."
"But he's in there now and—come on!"
Yamamura caught Harries by the shoulder and spun him around. "No," he said. "It isn't right. Leave him alone."
"Leave the murderers alone, too!" snapped Harries.
Yamamura rubbed his chin. They could see how he slumped.
"There is that," he agreed. "Let me go in by myself, then, and talk to him."
Kintyre thought he had carried it off very well. He had spoken coherently with Moffat. The policeman told him in a sick voice that blood had soaked through her mattress until the floor was clotted beneath her bed. Guido swayed on his feet. Kintyre's face had remained like carved bone.