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It without comment, but on the way back to the house he said: "If the
village is lined up as you say it is, I suppose it is useless to
interview the harness-maker. He has probably repaired that strap, or
sold a new one, to whoever--It would be a nice clue to follow up." "I am
not doing detective work," I said shortly. "I am trying to help some one
who is dying of anxiety and terror." He nodded. "I get you," he said.
But his tone was not flippant. "The fact is, of course, that the early
theory won't hold. There has been a crime, and the little old lady did
not commit it. But suppose you find out who did it. How is that going to
help her?" "I don't know, Martin," I said, in a sort of desperation.
"But I have the most curious feeling that she is depending on me. The
way she spoke the day I saw her, and her eyes and everything; I know you
think it nonsense," I finished lamely. "I think you'd better give up the