But
shortly after eight your brother left the theatre: you
departed after nine."
"I went to see an old friend in the neighborhood," stammered
Juliet.
"Ah, and was that neighborhood this one, by any chance? In a
hansom--which I believe you drove away in--one can reach
this place from the Marlow Theatre in a quarter of an hour."
"I--I--did not come here."
"Then where did you go?"
"I decline to say."
"Where did your brother go?"
"He did not tell me. Did the manager inform you of anything
else?"
"He merely told me that you and your brother left the theatre
as I stated. You decline to reveal your movements."
"I do," said Juliet, clenching her hands and looking pale but
defiant. "My private business can have nothing to do with
you. As you seek to connect me with this case, it is your
business to prove what you say. I refuse to speak."
"Will your brother refuse?"
"You had better ask him," said Miss Saxon carelessly, but with
an effort to appear light-hearted. "I don't inquire into my
brother's doings, Mr. Jennings."
"Yet you heard about his gambling."
"I don't see what that has to do with the matter in hand. Do
you accuse me and Basil of having killed my aunt?"
"I accuse no one, as yet," said Jennings, chagrined at her
reticence, "I said that before. Did you not speak with your
aunt on that night?"
"No," said Juliet positively. "I certainly did not."
Jennings changed his tactics, and became apparently friendly.
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