"Why, he might have murdered the two of you if he had liked."
"He might, but he didn't."
Madge's tone was dry. Ella put her hand up to her ears.
"Jack!--don't talk like that; I've been shivering ever since. You can't think what a day I've had in town, thinking of Madge in the house all alone."
"My dear girl." He put his arm about her waist, to comfort her. "And you think that it was--Graham's friend."
"It was Charles Ballingall."
This was Madge; Ella was less positive.
"My dear, how can you be so certain? You only caught a glimpse of the man's back in the darkness."
"He has committed burglary here before. His presence in the daytime is followed by another burglary that same night. Isn't the inference an obvious one? Don't you think so, Mr. Graham?
"It looks exceedingly suspicious. To convince a jury of his innocence he would have to prove an alibi."