"There's nothing I can do to clear up anything." "Art, don't lie to me about it.

I know--" "What do you know ?" Art's eyes never left her face, now.

They seemed to be boring into her brain.

Jean began to feel a certain confusion.
To be sure, she had never had any experience whatever with fugitive murderers; but no one would ever expect one to act like this.

A little more, she thought resentfully, and he would be making her feel as if she were the guilty person.