"I do," she said, "quite close at hand too. Yum-yum, I like warm blood."
She looked at me through half-closed eyelids. "I should think you'd bleed
very prettily, very prettily."
I removed myself still further out of range, assuring her that in spite of
my complexion I was in reality anæmic.
She pointed a finger at me. "I know where those policemen are. They're in
the garden digging for the body."
"What body?" I gasped.
"Why, EINSTEIN'S, of course," said Miss Brown. "Edward murdered him last
night for his theory. Didn't you suspect?"