"Hardly by the idea that Miss Tredworth had anything to do with the late tragedy," was the quiet answer.
"Good heavens, man, I should hope not," Kelson cried vehemently. "That is too monstrously absurd."
"What is Miss Tredworth's idea?"
"She has none. She is completely mystified. And inclined to be horribly frightened."
"Naturally," Gifford commented in the same even tone.
His manner seemed to irritate Kelson. "I wish, my dear Hugh, I could take it half as coolly as you do," he exclaimed resentfully.
"I don't know what you want me to do or say, Harry," Gifford expostulated. "The whole affair is so utterly mysterious that I can't pretend even to hazard an explanation."
"In the meantime Muriel and I are in the most appalling position. Why, man, she may at any moment be arrested on suspicion if this discovery leaks out, as it is sure to do."
"You can't try to hush it up; that would be a fatal mistake," Gifford said thoughtfully, "and would immediately arouse suspicion."
"Naturally I am not going to be such a fool as to advise that," Kelson returned. "The discovery will be the subject of the servants' talk till it gets all over the place and into the papers. No, what I have determined to do, unless you see any good reason for the contrary, is to go first thing in the morning to the police and tell them. What do you say?" he added sharply, as Gifford was silent.