He felt awfully sorry for me, all alone in the world - and he soon thought it would be a really marvellous idea for me to come here as his sister and do my stuff."
"And he also approved of your continuing to tell a tissue of lies to the Police?"
"Have a heart, Letty.
Don't you see that when that ridiculous hold-up business happened - or rather after it happened - I began to feel I was in a bit of a spot.
Let's face it, I've got a perfectly good motive for putting you out of the way.
You've only got my word for it now that I wasn't the one who tried to do it.
You can't expect me deliberately to go and incriminate myself.
Even Patrick got nasty ideas about me from time to time, and if even he could think things like that, what on earth would the police think?
That Detective-Inspector struck me as a man of singularly sceptical mind.
No, I figured out the only thing for me to do was to sit tight as Julia and just fade away when term came to an end.
"How was I to know that fool Julia, the real Julia, would go and have a row with the producer, and fling the whole thing up in a fit of temperament?
She writes to Patrick and asks if she can come here, and instead of wiring her
'Keep away' he goes and forgets to do anything at all!"
She cast an angry glance at Patrick. "Of all the utter idiots."
She sighed. "You don't know the straits I've been put to in Milchester!
Of course, I haven't been to the hospital at all.
But I had to go somewhere.
Hours and hours I've spent in the pictures seeing the most frightful films over and over again."
"Pip and Emma," murmured Miss Blacklog.
"I never believed, somehow, in spite of what the Inspector said, that they were real -" She looked searchingly at Julia.
"You're Emma," she said.
"Where's Pip?"
Julia's eyes, limpid and innocent, met hers.
"I don't know," she said. "I haven't the least idea."
"I think you're lying, Julia.
When did you see him last?"
Was there a momentary hesitation before Julia spoke?
She said clearly and deliberately:
"I haven't seen him since we were both three years old - when my mother took him away.
I haven't seen either him or my mother.
I don't know where they are."
"And that's all you have to say?"
Julia sighed.
"I could say I was sorry.
But it wouldn't really be true; because actually I'd do the same thing again though not if I'd known about this murder business, of course."
"Julia," said Miss Blacklog, "(I call you that because I'm used to it). You were with the French Resistance, you say?"
"Yes. For eighteen months."
"Then I suppose you learned to shoot?"
Again those cool blue eyes met hers.
"I can shoot all right.
I'm a first-class shot.
I didn't shoot at you, Letitia Blacklog, though you've only got my word for that. But I can tell you this, that if I had shot at you, I wouldn't have been likely to miss."
The sound of a car driving up to the door broke through the tenseness of the moment.
"Who can that be?" asked Miss Blacklog.
Mitzi put a tousled head in. She was showing the whites of her eyes.
"It is the Police come again," she said.
"This, it is persecution!
Why will they not leave us alone?
I will not bear it.
I will write to the Prime Minister.