"I dont know what you are talking about, Mr. Dauglass."
"The maid found this wig at the crime scene where you disappeared. So, it is useless for you to lie to me, Ms. Dawson."
The shoot of his stare at her daunted Jane but her lips faked a smile to conceal her nervousness. In a spontaneous movement, her hand had reached that wig in his clutch. That object was under her supervision of her vision for a minute before her mouth opened in a random comment.
"There are so many women with dark hair in this mansion, how can you be so sure that it is mine?"
Her conviction of his fault for judging her only received his harsh argument. "None of them possessed hair like yours."
An electric shock of his words snapped her out of her relief. Jane was numbed at her muteness; how to confront this m
