Her eyes wide, this strange, quiet woman rubs her sweating hands against her trouser leg to dry them.
Her head bowed.
An ornamental blunderbuss on the wall behind Ryland shook a little. A heavy glass vase on the sideboard juddered twice. Neither of these small movements were noticed by anyone other than the occupant of Apartment 6.
"We know we didn't do it," Rick stated. "So, process of elimin-"
"Hold on Mr Meredith," Harry Danes interrupted. A newspaper on the table suddenly slid off onto the floor. "We don't know -"
Rick shouted forcefully:
"We do know the truth!"