Chapter 30 FRIENDS

"Yes," interrupted Polly eagerly, since, for once, her acumen had been at least as sharp as his, "but suspicion of that horrible crime only shifted its taint from one friend to another, and, of course, I know-"

"But that's just it," he quietly interrupted, "you don't know-Mr. Walter Hatherell, of course, you mean. So did every one else at once.