Quite aside from my unwillingness to drag Jane into this, particularly as the possessor of a faculty which she herself only reluctantly reveals even to me, is my conviction that such a story, soberly told, would only increase Greenough’s suspicion of my sanity.
And as if to add to the precariousness of the situation, Halliday himself in all innocence has added another damning factor; gave it, indeed, to the detective last night.
Yesterday, it appears, in repairing the float, he found a new and razor-sharp knife between the top of one of the barrels and the planks which made the flooring.
“I didn’t tell you, Skipper,” he says, “because I was afraid of alarming you. And, of course, there might have been some simple explanation. Starr might have dropped it, during his carpentering.”
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