'They have tried to do so and have failed!' 'That shows that what I say is true. Police and jury are fools,' said Mrs Pansey, with the triumphant air of one clinching an argument. 'Oh, dear, it is so very strange!' said the fair Daisy. 'I wonder really what could have been the motive for the murder?' 'As the pockets were turned inside out,' said Mr Cargrim, 'it is believed that robbery was the motive.' 'Rubbish!' said Mrs Pansey, shaking her skirts; 'there is a deal more in this crime than meets the eye.' 'I believe general opinion is agreed upon that point,' said the chaplain, dryly. 'What is Miss Whichello's opinion?' demanded the archdeacon's widow. Cargrim could not suppress a start. It was strange that Mrs Pansey should allude to Miss Whichello, when he also had his suspicions regarding her knowledge of the dead man. 'I don't see what she has to do with it,' he said quietly, with the intention of arriving at Mrs Pansey's meaning. 'Ah! no more can anyone else, Mr Cargrim. But I know! I know!' 'Know what? dear Mrs Pansey. Oh, really! you are not going to say that poor Miss Whichello fired that horrid pistol.' 'I don't say anything, Daisy, as I don't want to figure in a libel action; but I should like to know why Miss Whichello went to the dead-house to see the body.' 'Did she go there? are you sure?' exclaimed the chaplain, much surprised. 'I can believe my own eyes, can't I!' snapped Mrs Pansey. 'I saw her myself, for I was down near the police-station the other evening on one of my visits to the poor. There, while returning home by the dead-house, I saw that hussy of a Bell Mosk making eyes at a policeman, and I recognised Miss Whichello for all her veil.' 'Did she wear a veil?' 'I should think so; and a very thick one. But if she wants to do underhand things she should change her bonnet and cloak. I knew them! don't tell me!' Certainly, Miss Whichello's actions seemed suspicious; and, anxious to learn their meaning from the lady herself, Cargrim mentally determined to visit the Jenny Wren house after leaving Mrs Pansey, instead of calling on Miss Tancred, as he had intended. However, he was in no hurry; and, asking Daisy for a second cup of tea to prolong his stay, went on drawing out his hostess. 'How very strange!' said he, in allusion to Miss Whichello. 'I wonder why she went to view so terrible a sight as that man's body.' 'Ah!' replied Mrs Pansey, with a shake of her turban, 'we all want to know that. But I'll find her out; that I will.' 'But, dear Mrs Pansey, you don't think sweet Miss Whichello has anything to do with this very dreadful murder?' 'I accuse no one, Daisy. I simply think!' 'What do you think?' questioned Cargrim, rather sharply.