"I am afraid that that is an issue which scarcely rests in my hands. I wish the poor chap well. I don't know that there is anything else that I can do for him. Is there any talk of a petition being got up in case he is convicted?"
"You see, I saw you do it."
"You saw me do--what?"
He asked the question as coolly as you please.
"The murder!"
It might have been my fancy, but I thought that a sort of greyness passed for a moment over his face, and that the pupils of his eyes came to a point. But certainly he showed no other signs of discomposure.
"I suppose, Mrs. Carruth, that you are jesting?"
"I have been jesting. I jest no more."
He watched me for some seconds with anxious scrutiny.
"What am I to understand you to mean?"