Anything which you care to tell him will be treated as
strictly confidential; but think what it may mean to Rita."
Mollie clasped her hands about her right knee and rocked to and fro in
her chair.
"No one knows who Kazmah is," she said.
"But a number of people seem to know Mrs. Sin. I am sure you must have
met her?"
"If I say that I know her, shall I be called as a witness?"
"Certainly not. I can assure you of that."
Mollie continued to rock to and fro.
"But if I were to tell the police I should have to go to court, I
suppose?"
"I suppose so," replied Margaret. "I am afraid I am dreadfully
ignorant of such matters. It might depend upon whether you spoke to a
high official or to a subordinate one; an ordinary policeman for
instance. But the Home office agent has nothing whatever to do with
Scotland Yard."
Mollie stood up in order to reach an ash-tray, and:
"I really don't think I have anything to say, Miss Halley," she
declared. "I have certainly met Mrs. Sin, but I know nothing whatever
about her, except that I believe she is a Jewess."
Margaret sighed, looking up wistfully into Mollie's face. "Are you
quite sure?" she pleaded. "Oh, Miss Gretna, if you know anything--
anything--don't hide it now.
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