But she shook off the emotion and faced him again.
"I saw a man murdered," she cried.

"I wasn't sure afterwards; sometimes I thought I had dreamed it.

But I was sure I saw it.

I saw the horse go by, running--and you want me to keep still about that?
What harm could it do to tell?
Perhaps it's true--perhaps I did see it all.

I might think you were trying to cover up something--only, you're not the man I saw--or thought I saw." "No, of course I'm not.