"It was sort of natural that you should begin to cultivate this Tess Rillette's friendship. You wanted to talk to her about Harry. You wanted to find out just how much she cared for the guy. And then you found out that she didn't go for him at all. She adored another man. That made you hate Harry. But at the same time you still weren't giving up hope. You went to Harry, told him that Tess Rillette was after another man. You begged him to marry you. But instead of helping the situation, your visit made things worse. Harry began to look into the matter. He found out about Tess and this man Lasseroe. He wanted to make doubly sure. He was worried about a lot of things. He had a private investigator follow Tess around during this past week." Mogin threw a cigarette. Frey caught it and flicked a safety match with his fingernail. Daisy Hennifer was saying, "All this--it's--I don't know what to think. I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything," Frey said. "Just write me a confession note, that's all. Just write out the confession and sign it and you won't have to say anything." "But--but--" "It was convenient for you, Miss Hennifer. Lasseroe had a good motive for killing Duggin. So did Tess Rillette. At first she was indifferent to Harry. And after he threatened to have Lasseroe jailed, she hated him. But your feelings were even stronger. It was your kind of hate that turned to murder." "You're wrong," she said. She was excited. "I didn't do it." "A confession will get you off easy." "I'm not signing any confession," she said. "I didn't do it. I had nothing to do with it. I adored Harry. I--" "You'll save yourself a lot of misery--" She started to sob. "I didn't do it. I--" Frey looked at Mogin. The short, heavy guy shrugged. "Is that all, Miss Hennifer?" Frey asked. "That's all I've got to say." She stopped sobbing. Her topaz eyes were dull now. "Are you going to take me away?" Frey shook his head. "We can't take you away. We're not cops." She stared. "Then--what are you?" Frey shrugged. "Maybe we're just a couple of damn fools." He nodded to Mogin. They went out of Daisy Hennifer's suite. * * * * * They were walking toward the coupe. Mogin was saying, "It's almost three." "We'll have something to eat and we'll go back and sit in the coupe and wait a while," Frey said. He put his hand in his change pocket and took out two half dollars, three quarters, six dimes, four nickels. "We'll eat a classy lunch on this," he said. "Then we'll wait around for a little while and we'll see where Daisy Hennifer goes." "It's all right with me," Mogin said: "Anything's all right with me--as long as we eat." They lunched at the hotel and then they walked out to the lobby and sat down and smoked. At twenty past three, Daisy Hennifer walked through the lobby and Frey and Mogin took their time and followed her. A cab was waiting at the curb and Daisy got in. The coupe followed.