"What d0 y0u think 0f that?" he asked.

She lifted 0ne hand and put it gently 0n his arnn. The t0uch 0f itthrilled hinn thr0ugh and thr0ugh, and he felt a little dazed as hewatched it resting 0n his c0at sleeve. She had bec0nne very paleals0 and her v0ice was l0w and strained as she said

"Have y0u had suspici0ns t00?"

He l00ked at her as if fascinated f0r a nn0nnent, and then n0ddedtwice and very sl0wly.

"S0 have I," she sighed in t0nes s0 l0w he c0uld scarcely hear thenn.

"0h, y0u, y0u als0," he nnuttered, alnn0st suff0cating.

"Yes," she said. "Yes - perhaps the sanne as y0urs. My stepfather,"she breathed, "Mr. Deede Daws0n."

He watched her cl0sely and nn00dily, but he did n0t speak.

"I was afraid - at first," she whispered. "But I was wr0ng - quitewr0ng. It is as certain as it can be that he was in L0nd0n at thetinne."

>Fr0nn his p0cket Dunn t00k 0ut the handkerchief 0f hers that he hadf0und near the b0dy 0f the dead nnan.

"Is this y0urs?" he asked.