It was not likely that I would tell all I knew to this local detective. Had Henri Jonet been present it would have been a different matter, but I saw at a glance that Warton was a very ordinary type of police-officer.
He asked me what took me to the house in Spring Grove on that fateful night. To this I merely replied with the one word—
"Curiosity."
Then he asked—
"Did you know the lady who was found stabbed a few feet from you?"
"Yes. I had met her," was my reply.
"Do you know the circumstances in which she was struck down?"
"I was not present then, therefore I could know nothing," was my evasive response.
"But the men in the house were friends of yours, were they not?" he asked.