Her glance rested on it for only the fraction of a second; then it went back to Bent's face.
"I'd better tell you everything," said Bent quietly.

"Mr.Kitely has been strangled.

And the piece of cord with which it was done is--so the police here say--just such a piece as might have been cut off one of the cords which your father uses in his trade, you know." "We aren't suggesting aught, you know, Miss Avice," remarked the sergeant.

"Don't go for to think that--at present.

But, you see, Harborough, he might have one o' those cords hanging about somewhere, and--do you understand ?" The girl had become very quiet, looking steadily from one man to the other.