“You mean Uncle Hawley,” she said.
“And your suspicions jump with mine.”
“They don’t!” she denied hotly. “You’re very unjust and impertinent.”
“I don’t mean to be impertinent,” he said evenly. “And I have no monopoly of injustice.”
“What do you know about Uncle Hawley?”
“Your aunt—”
“I won’t hear a word against my aunt.”
“Not from me, be assured. Your aunt, so you have just told me, believes that your dog is in danger of being stolen. Why? Because she knows that the person most interested has been scheming against the animal, and yet she is afraid to warn you openly. Doesn’t that indicate who it is?”
“Mr. Jones, I’ve no right even to let you talk like this to me. Have you anything definite against Judge Ackroyd?”
“In this case, only suspicion.”