"That was reasonable. But you know now that you were wrong."
Mary nodded. "I don't know what to think now," she said unhappily.
"That letter," said Mme. Storey—and Mary instantly began to look nervous, "what do you think was in it, Mary?"
"How should I know?" she said. "A girl like me, just a lady's maid."
"But you thought it had something to do with the tragedy."
"Not direct."
"Well, indirectly, then."
"Whatever I may have thought is proved wrong now."
"Tell me what you thought."
"That is for us to find out."
"The double identification of the gun as hers is an awkward point to get over," he suggested.
"Matson 32's are sold by the hundreds," said Mme. Storey. "There is no evidence that this one bore any distinguishing marks. Why not another of the same design?"
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