“What do people care about evidence? They don’t even know about it. And medical evidence never means anything to outsiders anyway. That’s another reason why I’m staying on here. Mr. Clement, I’m going to find out the truth .”
Her eyes flashed as she spoke. She added:
“That’s why I asked that girl here.”
“Miss Cram?”
“Yes.”
“You did ask her, then. I mean, it was your idea?”
“Entirely. Oh! As a matter of fact, she whined a bit. At the inquest—she was there when I arrived. No, I asked her here deliberately.”
“But surely,” I cried, “you don’t think that that silly young woman could have anything to do with the crime?”
“It’s awfully easy to appear silly, Mr. Clement. It’s one of the easiest things in the world.”
“Then you really think—?”
“No, I don’t. Honestly, I don’t. What I do think is that that girl knows something—or might know something. I wanted to study her at close quarters.”
“And the very night she arrives, that picture is slashed,” I said thoughtfully.
“You think she did it? But why? It seems so utterly absurd and impossible.”