"But I'm afraid that you are going to be asked a number of questions which may be distressing to you.

You see, Miss Rider, your actions have been very suspicious.

You leave for the Continent under an assumed name, and undoubtedly the murder was committed in your flat." She shivered.
"Please, please don't talk about that," she said in a low voice.
He felt a brute, but he knew that she must undergo an examination at the hands of men who had less regard for her feelings.
"I do wish you would be frank with me," he pleaded.

"I am sure I could get you out of all your troubles without any difficulty." "Mr.Lyne hated me," she said.

"I think I touched him on his tenderest spot--poor man--his vanity.