“I suppose I must have had some motive,” I said vaguely. “But I really
forget.”
“There you are--evading my questions, just as you always do!”
I placed my hand upon her bare shoulder, and looking earnestly into
her beautiful eyes, asked:
“Joan, will you believe me when I tell you frankly and honestly, that
I have no knowledge of what happened to me?”
“Perhaps not after you were knocked down. But, darling, you surely
know why you went to South London that foggy night?”