“So you’ve been snooping and prying, have you?” she queried, her rage almost suffocating her.
“I will tell you what Tolley says,” repeated Hunt. And he did so calmly, dispassionately, as though he were relating a series of common facts. “That man’s horse was under the fall from the cliff. The man’s body is not there—if he fell with the horse.” Nell did not even wince, still staring into his eyes, her own as hard as flint. “Those are all the facts in my possession, Miss Blossom.”
She remained silent. She had recovered both her regular breathing and her composed manner. He could only read in her features a determination that was adamant.
“Will you answer a few questions?” he ventured.
“Out with them!”
“What caused the horse to fall?”
“You gump! He fell because the bank gave way,” she replied rudely.
“What became of his rider?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you leave him at that spot?”