She followed Captain Hofer down to the dining-room where all the others were assembled, and she was startled to see Johnny there, sitting on the edge of the table. If he knows about the wallet, she thought, maybe he’ll tell Captain Hofer now. I just don’t feel like telling him yet.
No, I don’t think Johnny’s a murderer. He does drink too much. He does talk in a sort of reckless, wild way. But it seems to me there are some good things about him…
“Miss Camford,” said Captain Hofer “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to come with me—”
“Oh no!” she cried. “You can’t… You can’t—arrest me!”
“I’m not arresting you,” he said, as if a little injured. “It’s a question of identifying deceased—”
“I can’t!” she said almost in a scream. “I can’t go to that awful place again… I can’t! I can’t! I ca
