Reverse Psychology
"Why do you ask, Mrs. Nelson?" You inquire, and continue to
write, now mostly scribbling on the paper, hoping to push her into
admitting anything that she knows.
"You seem a trifle peculiar, is all." She taps her dentures
with her nails, which never fails to annoy you. "Why don't you
just stop acusing those who shall not be blamed."
"Why, I have no clue what it is that you are talking about,"
you say to her.
"Oh, I think you do. I think you just
do."
