"What in God's name made you come here and tell me?""You know about these things. I didn't mean to kill him. I love the girl. What shall I do, Keith?
"Simple! How simple! To ask what he was to do! It was like Larry!
And he said:
"You were not seen, you think?" "It's a dark street. There was no one about.""When did you leave this girl the second time?""About seven o'clock."
"Where did you go?"
"To my rooms."
"In Fitzroy Street?"
"Yes."
"Did anyone see you come in?"
"No."
"What have you done since?"
"Sat there."
"Not been out?"
"No."
"Not seen the girl?"
"No."
"You don't know, then, what she's done since?""No."
"Would she give you away?"
"Never."
"Would she give herself away--hysteria?"
"No."
"Who knows of your relations with her?"
"No one."
"No one?"
"I don't know who should, Keith."
"Did anyone see you going in last night, when you first went to her?""No. She lives on the ground floor. I've got keys.""Give them to me. What else have you that connects you with her?""Nothing."
"In your rooms?"
"No."
"No photographs. No letters?"
"No."
"Be careful."
"Nothing."
"No one saw you going back to her the second time?""No."
"No one saw you leave her in the morning?"
"No."
"You were fortunate. Sit down again, man. I must think."Think! Think out this accursed thing--so beyond all thought, and all belief. But he could not think. Not a coherent thought would come.
And he began again:
"Was it his first reappearance with her?"