And you know how long the jury was out, and what a time they had agreeing.

Some points were weak.

It was simply that they couldn't point to any one else.

You know that was it.

If I could find Art Osgood--" "What's he got to do with it ?" Her uncle leaned a little and peered into her face, which the dusk was veiling.
"That is what I want to find out." Jean's voice was quiet, but it had a quality which he had never before noticed.
"You'd better," he advised her tritely, "let sleeping dogs lie." "That's the trouble with sleeping dogs; they do lie, more often than not.