
`Look,' he said, `I'll tell you what I know from the beginning, only it will take some time, I am afraid…'
`You mean you know why Mrs Turner was murdered?' The question was a quick, shrewd parry.
`No, not just like that. Only I can form a theory.' The choice of words was most unfortunate.
`We don't want theories. We want facts. And in any case, you should remember Dick Turner. This is all most unpleasant for him. You should remember him, poor devil.'
Here it was again: the utterly illogical appeal, which to these two men was clearly not illogical at all. The whole thing was preposterous! Tony began to lose his temper.
`Do you or do you not want to hear what I have to say?' he asked, irritably.
`Go ahead. Only remember, I don't want to hear your fancies. I want to hear facts. Have you ever seen anything definite which would throw light on this murder. For instance, have you seen this boy attempting to get at her jewellery, or something like that. Anything that is definite. Not something in the air.'
Tony laughed. The two men looked at him sharply.
`You know as well as I do this case is not something that can be explained straight off like that. You know that. It's not something that can be said in black and white, straight off.'
