"You don't have to ask me that, Miss Rillette. You know the answer. In fact, you know all the answers. I found that out through seven days of following you."
She blinked some more and then she reached out to the little jade box and took a cigarette. Frey flicked one of his safety matches with his fingernail and gave her a light.
"What am I supposed to say?" she murmured.
He knew he was going to have trouble with this girl.
"You don't have to say anything. I'll write out a confession outline and you sign it. If you want to, you can fill all the gaps. But what I want most is a signed confession—"
"What did you say you were?" she murmured.
"A private detective."
"Beginner, aren't you?"
That made him sort of sore. But he swallowed it and said, "Maybe, but I'm not an amateur. I make a living out of this."
She blinked and dragged half-heartedly at the cigarette and then she turned and looked at the marble she was doing. She looked back at Frey and her eyes were tired as she said, "How close did you follow me?"