I removed myself still further out of range, assuring her that in spite of my complexion I was in reality anæmic.
She pointed a finger at me. "I know where those policemen are. They're in the garden digging for the body."
"What body?" I gasped.
"Why, Einstein's, of course," said Miss Brown. "Edward murdered him last night for his theory. Didn't you suspect?"
I confessed that I had not.
"Oh, yes," she said; "smothered him with a pen-wiper. I saw him do it, but I said nothing for Angela's sake, she's so refined."
She darted from me into the drawing-room. I followed and found her standing before the fireplace waving the candle wildly in one hand, a poker in the other and sniffing loudly.
"We must save Edward," she said; "we must find the body and hide it before they can bring in a writ of Habeas Corpus. It is here. I can smell blood. Look under the sofa."
She made a flourish at me with her weapon and I at once dived under the sofa. I am a brave man, but I know better than to withstand people in Miss Brown's state of mind.
"Is it there?" she inquired.