"No, I shouldn't."
"You said virtually the same thing about my Cousin Francis."
"I admit it. Still in that case the presence of an external wound gave ample justification for going further."
"Just one or two more questions. Was the postern-door closed?"
"Tight as a safety vault. You and Betty have the only keys in existence that unlock it."
"How about the pridellas in the windows—the little ventilating apertures?"
"They were all shut, too. Afterwards I spoke to Warriner about that very point, and he confirmed my impression."
"Warriner!"
"He arrived at the 'Hundred' very soon after I did. I believe they were going horseback riding."
An unworthy thought crossed my mind, but I did my best to stamp it out of existence. Perhaps Betty had been feeling lonely during my long absence from home—perhaps.