Redding stepped forward swiftly.
"He can see her," he sneered, "if he's got the courage. She's dead."
He swung in a fury on Randall.
"Two murders on your soul! That's what it comes to. What were you thinking of, man? You'll go to the chair for this."
Randall staggered against the wall where he leant, covering his face with his hands.
"My only human witness!" he mumbled.
Garth knew it would be a kindness to get him out of this house, but first he did his duty with a strong distaste.
"You'd better tell us," he said. "Say something. It might help you in the end."
Randall lowered his hands. His face worked.
"I'll say nothing—nothing," he cried fiercely.