At last he broke the silence.
'I see that I can do nothing by ordinary methods. I realize that it is
useless to make a public outcry. There is only my own conviction that
Margaret came to a violent end, and I cannot expect anyone to pay heed to
that.'
'After all, it's just possible that she really died of heart disease.'
Arthur gave Susie a long look. He seemed to consider her words
deliberately.
'Perhaps there are means to decide that conclusively,' he replied at
length, thoughtfully, as though he were talking to himself.
'What are they?'
Arthur did not answer. When they came to the door of the inn, he stopped.
'Will you go in? I wish to take a walk by myself,' he said.
Susie looked at him anxiously.
'You're not going to do anything rash?'
'I will do nothing till I have made quite sure that Margaret was foully
murdered.'
He turned on his heel and walked quickly away. It was late now, and they
found a frugal meal waiting for them in the little sitting-room. It
seemed no use to delay it till Arthur came back, and silently,
sorrowfully, they ate.
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