Surely.
“Here’s what I think happened,” Mr. Hewitt said, leaning confidingly forward. “I think you were not alone when your hotel room was burgled. I think Mr. Ramsey, with whom you clearly have a…friendship of long standing, was with you in your bedchamber. I think when you both heard a sound in the outer room, he went to investigate. He surprised the burglar at your safe, and was stabbed for his trouble. The burglar ran off with a few jewels of middling value, and with your friend Mr. Ramsey’s pocket watch. Mr. Ramsey did not want to admit where he had been, for the sake of your reputation, and so concocted the story of the outdoor stabbing before hobbling his way to the room booked under his name.”
Katarina exhaled. All right, that was material enough to work with. She could do this.
