"Why do you think about _that_?" I asked loud and sharp.
"Why," he said, slow as if he was considering, "I suppose because it was
so plausible. And I've been wondering if many other people have thought
of it."
"I guess they have," I answered kind of fierce; "there's fools enough in
the world, God knows, to think of anything. I make no doubt there's
people who've tried to work out that _I_ did it, the reward tempting
them to lies and sin."
Babbitts looked at me surprised.
"What's there to get mad about?" he asked. "I'm not for a moment
suggesting that Reddy really had any hand in it. Why, he could no more
have killed that girl than _I_ could kill _you_."