CHAPTER 9You Could Go Crazy
Cora Malcolm came into the room, quiet and grave. She walked directly over to the table behind which Griggs was standing with a solemn look on his face, and stood as if waiting for further orders; she did not seem to be aware of Mosson’s presence, or of Gamadge’s, until the latter introduced the State’s Attorney and the lieutenant of state police. Then she nodded to them.
“Please sit here, Miss Malcolm,” said Griggs, “so I can talk to you about this tragedy. Now let’s see. You left this house this afternoon with Mr. Drummond. Where did you go?”
She was looking at him intently. “Down to the lower garden. I didn’t stay, because Mr. Drummond only had his pocketknife; you can’t cut flowers without a knife or clippers.”
“Neither of you thought of that before you
