"I suppose you're taking her with you ?" Tarling nodded.
"I can't imagine a girl like that committing a murder," said Dr.
Saunders.

"She doesn't seem to possess the physique necessary to have carried out all the etceteras of the crime.

I read the particulars in the _Morning Globe_.

The person who murdered Thornton Lyne must have carried him from his car and laid him on the grass, or wherever he was found--and that girl couldn't lift a large-sized baby." Tarling jerked his head in agreement.
"Besides," Dr.Saunders went on, "she hasn't the face of a murderer.

I don't mean to say that because she's pretty she couldn't commit a crime, but there are certain types of prettiness which have their origin in spiritual beauty, and Miss Stevens, or Rider, as I suppose I should call her, is one of that type." "I'm one with you there," said Tarling.