Chapter Twenty
I felt my blood run cold.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked.
‘Don’t you see? It would tie up everything so neatly. Everyone would think that it was you who killed Neville, then were overcome with remorse and took the easy way out! And this note would be the final proof.’
‘That’s ridiculous,’ I said. My voice was an unnatural croak.
‘Oh but it’s not!’ she said. ‘It’s such a beautiful plan, don’t you think? Nobody could deny that you’re the perfect suspect—especially since you’ve already been tried for murder in the past. Everyone knows that we were once engaged and that you were still in love with me. They’ll think you wanted to get rid of Neville so that we could be together again. So you killed him, then later on came along to the study with me and pretended to hear his voic
