11/12 Too late Joanna tried to hide it. Rosemary held her and drew it out. Beyond any shadow of a doubt, there was blood on the blade still, and on the wooden hilt, and caked in the clumsy joint between the hilt and blade. Whose blood is that ?" "A dog's, Miss-sahib. A street dog attacked me as I ran hither." "I wish I could believe it!" "I too!" said her father, and he took Joanna to one side and cross-examined her. |