TWENTY-THREERandal March looked up from the typewritten sheets which he had just been reading. He went through them without comment until he came to the end. When he let the last page fall Superintendent Drake said,
‘Well, sir, there you have it. There’s no denying there’s quite a serious case against Miss Cray.’
March smiled.
‘My dear man, it’s absurd. I’ve known Miss Cray since she was a child. She is quite incapable of hitting anyone over the head with a poker.’
Drake stiffened. So that was going to be the way of it. Class-consciousness rose in him, bitter as brine. He had known her since she was a child—so she couldn’t do murder! All these people hung together! His thin nose had a pinched look as he said,
‘That’s what somebody always says until it’s proved. A murderer is just like
