"You are to understand that I saw you commit the murder with which Mr. Tennant stands charged."
He continued to examine my face. Reading as much of it, I suppose, as he desired to read--which, possibly, was more than I intended. Not the slightest shadow of a change took place in his own. Having concluded his examination, he got up from his chair. He went to the fireplace. Leaning his elbow on the mantelboard, he stood looking down into the burning coals.
To judge from his demeanour, what he had just now heard possessed only the smallest personal interest for him.
"Where were you?"
"I was on the bank. You almost threw the lady upon my head."
"Really?" He positively smiled. "How do you know it was I?"
"I saw you. You stood on the other side of the hedge and stared at me."
He glanced up from the fire.
"Did you rise up, like a sort of accusing spirit, from the middle of the bushes?"
"I did. That kind of thing was enough to make any one rise."