"
I felt that the time had come to show my colors.
"I have changed my mind," said I. "I can give you no good reason
for this; something in the woman herself, I suppose. She does not
look nor act like a criminal. While not desirous of raising myself
in opposition to the judgment of those so greatly my superior in
all respects, I have had this feeling, and I am courageous enough
to avow it. And yet, if Mr. Jeffrey could not have left the
cemetery gates and reached the Moore house in time to fulfil all
the conditions of this tragedy, the case does look black against
the woman. She admits to having been there when the pistol was
fired, unless - "
"Unless what? You have something new to tell us. That I have seen
ever since you entered the room. What is it?"
I cast a glance at the door. Should I be able to finish my story
before Durbin returned? I thought it possible, and, though still
upset by this new evidence, which I could now see was not entirely
in Miss Tuttle's favor, I spoke up with what spirit I might.
"I have just come from spending another night in the Moore house.
All the efforts heretofore made to exhaust its secrets have been
founded upon a theory that has brought us nowhere. I had another
in mind, and I was anxious to test it before resting from all
further attempt to solve this riddle.
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