My evidence
can hardly assist him. My conclusions will naturally be based upon
the evidence that is laid before the court."
Her teaspoon rattled in her saucer. "I don't understand you,
Terence. Ned has always been your best friend."
"He has certainly shared everything that was mine."
"And you know," she went on, "that he did not kill Samoval."
"Indeed?" His glance quickened a little. "How should I know that?"
"Well . . . I know it, anyway."
He seemed moved by that statement. He leaned forward with an odd
eagerness, behind which there was something terrible that went
unperceived by her.
"Why did you not say so before? How do you know? What do you know?"
"I am sure that he did not."
"Yes, yes. But what makes you so sure? Do you possess some
knowledge that you have not revealed?"
He saw the colour slowly shrinking from her cheeks under his
burning gaze. So she was not quite shameless then, after all.
There were limits to her effrontery.
"What knowledge should I possess?" she filtered.
"That is what I am asking."
She made a good recovery. "I possess the knowledge that you should
possess yourself," she told him. "I know Ned for a man incapable of
such a thing.
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