“You don’t think he had anything to do with it?”
Conway shook his head. “Regardless of your faith in the law of averages, I still think it was a maniac.”
“You didn’t suspect anything?”
“It never occurred to me. That’s what worried me this morning — that they wouldn’t believe me; that they’d start thinking they’d found a motive for me to kill her, and then go on from there. It’s a good thing they weren’t as suspicious as you.”
She looked at him soberly. “They didn’t know Helen as I did. I’m not surprised she had a lover, but she’d be too clever to let you find out, because then you could have divorced her. She couldn’t have endured that. No, I’m sure you didn’t know about it.”
“I don’t want to turn your pretty head with flattery,” he said, “but that’s the first logical observation you’ve made since you’ve been here.”
“Do you mind very much? I know it must have been a shock, but — do you care terribly?”
“I don’t care anything about any woman in the world — except you,” he said.
“Oh, my darling—” She was at his side in an instant. “I’ve so needed to hear that.” Her lips entreated a kiss and her arms encircled him fiercely. Then, “I’ve needed that even more,” she said.
“I wasn’t sure, after last night,” he said. “I didn’t know how you felt about it today.”