“It is Mr. Hugh Colman. It seems impossible, but the officer told me there is a great deal against him.”
She could express no surprise, but sat paralysed, dreading lest her apparent phlegm should give away her secret.
“There must be some mistake,” she said, at last, hoarsely. “He was our friend—dining with us that night. And he went to the funeral.”
“I remember seeing him there,” said Aaron Bebro.
“Will he be brought before the magistrates in the morning?”
“Of course.”
“Shall I have to go—to give evidence?”
“Not to-morrow, I am glad to say; but perhaps afterwards.”
Minna rose from her chair.
“This is a dreadful shock,” she said, in steadier tones, “and it has upset me. I think I shall go to my room. You will make my apologies to Mrs. Bebro—and thank you for your kindness.”