夜雨聆风You don’t know the straits I’ve been put to in Milchester! Of course, Ihaven’t been to the hospital at all. But I had to go somewhere. Hours andhours I’ve spent in the pictures seeing the most frightful films over andover again.”
“Pip and Emma,” murmured Miss Blacklock. “I never believed, some-how, in spite of what the Inspector said, that they were real—”
She looked searchingly at Julia.
“You’re Emma,” she said. “Where’s Pip?”
Julia’s eyes, limpid and innocent, met hers.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I haven’t the least idea.”
“I think you’re lying, Julia. When did you see him last?”
Was there a momentary hesitation before Julia spoke?
She said clearly and deliberately:
“I haven’t seen him since we were both three years old — when mymother took him away. I haven’t seen either him or my mother. I don’tknow where they are.”
“And that’s all you have to say?”
Julia sighed.
“I could say I was sorry. But it wouldn’t really be true; because actuallyI’d do the same thing again—though not if I’d known about this murderbusiness, of course.”
“Julia,” said Miss Blacklock, “I call you that because I’m used to it. Youwere with the French Resistance, you say?”
