"Won't you please tell me ?" Her head was still bent and her voice was so low as to be almost inaudible.
"Tell you what ?" she asked.
"What you know of this business," he said.

"Don't you realise how every new development brings you more and more under suspicion ?" "What business do you mean ?" He hesitated.
"The murder of Thornton Lyne?
I know nothing of that." She made no response to that tender arm of his, but sat rigid.

Something in her attitude chilled him and he dropped her hand and rose.

When she looked up she saw that his face was white and set.

He walked to the door and unlocked it.
"I'm not going to ask you any more," he said quietly.