Mogin threw a cigarette. Frey caught it and flicked a safety match with his fingernail.
Daisy Hennifer was saying, "All this—it's—I don't know what to think. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," Frey said. "Just write me a confession note, that's all. Just write out the confession and sign it and you won't have to say anything."
"But—but—"
"It was convenient for you, Miss Hennifer. Lasseroe had a good motive for killing Duggin. So did Tess Rillette. At first she was indifferent to Harry. And after he threatened to have Lasseroe jailed, she hated him. But your feelings were even stronger. It was your kind of hate that turned to murder."
"You're wrong," she said. She was excited. "I didn't do it."
"A confession will get you off easy."
"I'm not signing any confession," she said. "I didn't do it. I had nothing to do with it. I adored Harry. I—"
"You'll save yourself a lot of misery—"
She started to sob. "I didn't do it. I—"