Again she hesitated.
“Yes. There was another reason,” she replied. “One that I regret I cannot at present tell you.”
“You refuse to satisfy my curiosity—eh?”
“I am compelled to refuse,” she replied in a low voice.
“Why?”
“Because, as yet, I have only suspicions and surmises. When I have proved even one of them then I shall not hesitate to tell you the truth, Roddy—a bitter and terrible truth though it may be.”
“Really you are most mysterious!” her companion said, his face darkening.
“I know I am,” she answered with a queer hollow laugh.
“But at least you can tell me the dead girl’s name?”
“I only know her Christian name. It is Edna.”