The Night of the Storm

“Yes, they are all three as pretty as pictures,” said the Superintendent, scowling, “but I'll stake my life one of them killed the man.” He spoke slowly and deliberately. “They come of the best stock in the land, by birth and breeding they should be above reproach, and yet it is as clear as daylight to me that one of them has stooped to a guilty passion, and then, for some reason turning upon her lover, has sent him into eternity with the callousness of a butcher slaughtering a sheep.”“Very eloquently put, sir,” smiled the stout, fatherly-looking Detective-Inspector Stone, “and I'm sure you ought to have been a clergyman.” He seemed amused. “But you have just told us that everyone says that these girls always kept him at a distance, and that you haven't the slightest evidence that there was friendship between him and any of them!”