I suppose Carfax has got on my nerves and I've had absurd fancies.

You _can_ help me if you'll just answer me one question--only one.

I don't want to know anything else, I'll never ask you anything else--only this.

Where were you on the afternoon that Carfax was murdered ?" He brought it out at last, his hands gripping the sides of his chair, all the agonized uncertainty of the last few weeks in his voice.

Olva faced him, standing above him, and looking down upon him.
"My dear Craven--what an odd question--why do you want to know ?" "Well, finding your matchbox like that--there in Sannet Wood--and I know you must have lost it just about then because I remember your looking for it here.