“Because I know her; perhaps you don’t.”
“I’ve known her the better part of my life.”
“And I only since last night, when she came through my window with shining hands.”
“But how can you know she didn’t, unless you know who did? Did you?”
I laughed again.
“I did not. Lawrence sharped me; I suspected it last night, now I’m sure; but I shouldn’t have killed him merely because he was too clever; at least, not like that. You’re a poor judge of character if you suppose I should.”
“I care nothing for you, or for your character. It’s of her I’m thinking. She might have done it in a fit of temporary insanity.”
“She might; but she didn’t.”
“Then what was the meaning of her conduct in his room just now?”
“You’re a mental pathologist; you should know better than I.”