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Counsel for the Defence
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“You can’t?” and Godfrey’s face paled a little.
“No; when I left the house that night, I went down to the pier and had a little talk with Graham; then I—I wandered around the grounds until the storm came up, when I went back to the house and up to my room. Nobody saw me; I spoke to nobody after I left Graham, until I returned to the house. There’s only my own word for it. What was the use of telling the police a story like that?”
“No use at all,” agreed Godfrey hastily. “I’m glad you didn’t tell it. But what on earth possessed you to behave in such a crazy fashion?”
“That,” answered Drysdale, still more quietly, “is one question which I must absolutely refuse to answer.”
