But you haven't told me yet what you want to know." At last he answered directly.

"What I want to know is this," he said.
"Who poisoned Mr.Keller ?" He was cutting the cake as he spoke, and extracted a piece of candied orange peel with the point of the knife.

Once more, the widow's face had escaped observation.

She turned away quickly, and occupied herself in mending the fire.

In this position, her back was turned towards the table--she could trust herself to speak.
"You are talking nonsense!" she said.
Jack stopped--with the cake half-way to his mouth.