“Well, I didn't think it of enough importance—these things are all in the day's work.”
“But Mr. Krebs? How strange that he should be here, connected with the case!”
I made an effort to control myself.
“Your old friend,” I said. “I believe you have a sentiment about him.”
She looked up at me.
“Scarcely that,” she replied gravely, with the literalness that often characterized her, “but he isn't a person easily forgotten. He may be queer, one may not agree with his views, but after the experience I had with him I've never been able to look at him in the way George does, for instance, or even as father does.”
“Or even as I do,” I supplied.
“Well, perhaps not even as you do,” she answered calmly. “I believe you once told me, however, that you thought him a fanatic, but sincere.”
“He's certainly a fanatic!” I exclaimed.
“But sincere, Hugh-you still think him sincere.”