Allen laughed, ignoring the girl’s strained, white face.
“Yes, Mr. Bernard, I admit it!” he said. “That’s exactly where I went and what I did. I’d do it again, too! We didn’t want it to come out, immediately after Harrison had been murdered, that we were secretly married. And I certainly didn’t want people to know that ’Nita had been in my bedroom like that unless they knew that we were married. Anybody with any respect for his wife’s reputation would do what I did!”
Bernard nodded his big head ominously.
“So far so good,” he growled. “Harrison didn’t know you were married. We know that he wouldn’t let you marry! We know that he swore to cut her off without a cent if she did. He might find out, any day, that you were married! Because of his threat, you and your wife decided that the only thing to do was to put him quietly out of the way before he did find out. So you—”
Allen’s face had gone dead white. Anita was writhing in her chair.
“It isn’t true!” she gasped.
“So you got the bow ready last night,” continued Bernard. “Tonight Anita came down, saw that her father was in the library and came to your room and told you. She closed the door so that he wouldn’t see her, or so that she wouldn’t see him, in view of what you had planned together!”
“It’s all lies!” Anita moaned. “It’s all lies!”
“Go on,” said Allen through stiff lips.