The girl's eyes widened in horror, and she pressed one hand to her cheek. "Oh, Madame, do you think...do you think...that he...!"
"Hush!" said Mme. Storey. "Answer my questions carefully, and we'll see."
The girl went on in a daze, more to herself than to us: "Of course, I always knew it was due to him...in a way...he made it impossible for her to live...but I never thought that he might actually..."
"Don't jump to conclusions," warned Mme. Storey. She reseated herself at her desk.
with you. I want to go over them with you...I'll tell you when I see you...Thanks, at four then. Good-bye."
Our worthy friend arrived promptly to his hour. Inspector Rumsey was not a distinguished-looking man, but he was true-blue. He owed part of his reputation, perhaps, to his friendship for my