She was a slight wisp of a girl, a child, no more.
"I've done better things in my time.

That's why I'm here," said Mr.
Blood, whose mood seemed to be snappy.
She didn't pretend to understand him, and she didn't make the attempt.
"Did you...

did you kill him ?" she asked, fearfully.
He stared at her in the flickering candlelight.

"I hope so.

It is very probable, and it doesn't matter at all," he said.