夜雨聆风She went on in her mind following the torchpast Miss Bunner with her mouth open and her eyes staring—past a blankwall and a table with a lamp and a cigarette box. And then came the shots—and quite suddenly she remembered a most incredible thing. She’d seenthe wall where, later, there were the two bullet holes, the wall where Leti-tia Blacklock had been standing when she was shot, and at the momentwhen the revolver went off and Letty was shot, Letty hadn’t been there.…“You see what I mean now? She’d been thinking of the three womenMiss Hinchcliffe had told her to think about. If one of them hadn’t beenthere, it would have been the personality she’d have fastened upon. She’dhave said—in effect—‘That’s the one! She wasn’t there;’ But it was a placethat was in her mind—a place where someone should have been—but theplace wasn’t filled—there wasn’t anybody there. The place was there—butthe person wasn’t. And she couldn’t take it in all at once. ‘How extraordin-ary, Hinch,’ she said. ‘She wasn’t there’… So that could only mean LetitiaBlacklock….”
“But you knew before that, didn’t you?” said Bunch. “When the lampfused. When you wrote down those things on the paper.”
“Yes, my dear. It all came together then, you see—all the various isolatedbits—and made a coherent pattern.”
