"You're in possession of certain facts.

Now isn't it the truth that the facts you are in possession of are proof enough to you that Dr.Ransford is as innocent as I am?
It's no use your trying to deceive me! Isn't that so ?" "I could certainly turn the police off his track," admitted Bryce, who was growing highly uncomfortable.

"I could divert--" Mary gave him another look and dropping her needlework continued to watch him steadily.
"Do you call yourself a gentleman ?" she asked quietly.

"Or we'll leave the term out.

Do you call yourself even decently honest?
For, if you do, how can you have the sheer impudence--more, insolence!--to come here and tell me all this when you know that the police are wrong and that you could--to use your own term, which is your way of putting it--turn them off the wrong track?
Whatever sort of man are you?
Do you want to know my opinion of you in plain words ?" "You seem very anxious to give it, anyway," retorted Bryce.
"I will give it, and it will perhaps put an end to this," answered Mary.
"If you are in possession of anything in the way of evidence which would prove Dr.Ransford's innocence and you are wilfully suppressing it, you are bad, wicked, base, cruel, unfit for any decent being's society! And," she added, as she picked up her work and rose, "you're not going to have any more of mine!" "A moment!" said Bryce.