Dr. Birdsong and I went in.
“I don’t see how it can be like this,” I said hopelessly.
“Who knew about those letters, Mrs. Latham?” he asked.
“Just Dan and me and Alan. I mean, we’re the only ones who knew what they were, or knew he’d tried to kill himself.”
“You haven’t told anybody about that?”
“Of course not.”
“And who saw you take them from him?—I suppose you pretended you’d given them to him to mail.”
I nodded, and tried to think.
“The Chews, Mr. Purcell, Dan, Mara, Cheryl—not Major Tillyard, he didn’t come in till later—and Mr. Dorsey.”
He thought a moment. “Then the only people who didn’t know are Natalie, Dunthorne, the major, and Keane.”
I nodded again.
“I wish you’d told me about that point-of-aim business,” he said abruptly.
“I thought you knew. Anyway, would it have
