"She'll never forgive you," Bobby said. "It's spying."
He wondered that Graham should choose such a course so soon after it had become clear that Katherine had never really loved him.
"It's the best way to satisfy them," Graham said. "I have, perhaps, more faith than you in Katherine."
He left them to carry out Robinson's instructions. They waited at the entrance of the private staircase.
"I may witness this outrage?" Bobby asked.
"I'd rather you didn't speak of it in such harsh terms," Robinson smiled.
Bobby didn't know what to expect. The whole thing might be a trick of
Paredes, in line with his hints the night of Howells's death, to involve
Katharine. The quiet confidence of the two officials was disturbing. What
had Rawlins seen?
After a long time Graham descended the private staircase, carrying a lighted candle. He beckoned and they followed him back through the private hall into the wide and mournful bedroom. It encouraged Bobby to see the district attorney and the detective hurry across it. After all, they were really without confidence of solving its ghostly riddle. What they were about to do, he argued, was a last chance. They would find nothing. They would acknowledge themselves beaten.
When they entered the farther wing he noticed that Katherine's door stood wide.
"You see," he said.