He turned slowly, sweat pouring from his face in the heat of the greenhouse. There was Sophie, breathing slightly heavily after the chase. "You have no chance," the girl detective said to him, "why not come with me?" George bowed his head in assent. "It wasn't murder," he assured Sophie as she led him back to the house, one hand held behind his back, "she fell. It was an accident...." "Save it for the police, George," Sophie replied.