“Because I wanted her to tell me something—something of greatest importance to me.”
“And she refused, of course? She keeps her own secrets.”
“No. On the other hand, she was about to disclose to me the information I sought when someone fired through the open window.”
“The shot might have been intended for you—eh?”
Hugh paused.
“It certainly might,” he admitted. “But with what motive?”
“To prevent you from learning the truth.”
“She was on the point of telling me what I wanted to know.”
“Exactly. And what more likely than someone outside, realizing that Mademoiselle was about to make a disclosure, fired at you.”
“But you said that Mademoiselle had enemies.”