“Others have gone to the gallows on circumstantial evidence—Crippen, for instance. There was no actual witness of his crime.”
“I fear I must allow you to continue your investigations, Mr. Shrimpton,” she said coldly.
“But your lover has deceived you. He was staying down in Surrey with the girl, Miss Lambert, as his fellow-guest.”
“I know that,” was Dorise’s reply. “But I have since come to the conclusion that my surmise—my jealousy if you like to call it so—is unfounded.”
“Ah! then you refuse to assist justice?”
“No, I do not. But knowing nothing of the circumstances I do not see how I can assist you.”
“But no doubt you know that Mr. Henfrey evaded us and went away—that he was assisted by a man whom we know as The Sparrow.”
“I do not know where he is,” replied the girl with truth.
“But you know The Sparrow,” said the detective. “You admitted that you had met him when I last called here.”
“I have met him,” she replied.