Nash was saying his piece.
He was very quiet and correct.
He cautioned her and then told her that he must ask her to accompany him.
He had a warrant for her arrest and he read out the charge.
I forget now the exact legal term. It was the letters, not murder yet.
Aimйe Griffith flung up her head and bayed with laughter. She boomed out:
"What ridiculous nonsense!
As though I'd write a packet of indecent stuff like that.
You must be mad.
I've never written a word of the kind."
Nash had produced the letter to Elsie Holland. He said,
"Do you deny having written this, Miss Griffith?" If she hesitated it was only for a split second.
"Of course I do.
I've never seen it before."
Nash said quietly:
"I must tell you, Miss Griffith, that you were observed to type that letter on the machine at the Women's Institute between eleven and eleven-thirty P.M. on the night before last.
Yesterday you entered the post office with a bunch of letters in your hand."
"I never posted this."
"No, you did not.
While waiting for stamps, you dropped it inconspicuously on the floor, so that somebody should come along unsuspectingly and pick it up and post it."
"I never -"
The door opened and Symmington came in.
He said sharply,
"What's going on?
Aimйe, if there is anything wrong, you ought to be legally represented.
If you wish me -"
She broke then.
Covered her face with her hands and staggered to a chair. She said,
"Go away, Dick, go away.
Not you!
Not you!"
"You need a solicitor, my dear girl."
"Not you.
I - I - couldn't bear it.
I don't want you to know - all this."
He understood then, perhaps.
He said quietly,
"I'll get hold of Mildmay, of Exhampton.
Will that do?"
She nodded.
She was sobbing now.
Symmington went out of the room.
In the doorway he collided with Owen Griffith.
"What's this?" said Owen violently.
"My sister -"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Griffith.
Very sorry.
But we have no alternative."
"You think she - was responsible for those letters?"
"I'm afraid there is no doubt of it, sir," said Nash - he turned to Aimйe: