"I am going to leave this house. I was going to leave to-day, anyway."
Garth pitched his voice on a cold, even note.
"For the present you'll stay. Mr. Taylor didn't kill himself. He was murdered."
She covered her face with her hands, shivering.
"I didn't kill him. I didn't—"
"But," Garth snapped, "you know who did."
She shook her head with stubborn vehemence.
"I don't know anything," she answered, "except that I must leave this house."
"Why? Because you think the old lady's crazy, and she frightens you? I want to know about that."
As Clara lowered her hands the increased fear, rather than the tears in her eyes, held Garth. She shook her head again.