If we talked of this together all night, it could make no difference.

And I'm in great trouble, great trouble of my own." "Has your trouble anything to do with a document ?" Miss Forrest slowly asked.
I started, and stared at her, breathless.
"It has!" she answered for me.

"Your face tells me so." "Has Ivor's message--to do with that ?" I almost gasped.
"Perhaps.

But he had no good news of it to give you.

If you want news--if you want the document, it must be through me." "Anything, anything on earth you like to ask for the document, if you can get it for me, I will do," I pleaded, all my pride and anger gone.
"I ask you to tell the police that Ivor Dundas was in your house from a little after midnight until after one.