For many minutes Ransom Vane sat and moaned and wept beside his dead sister.
Then he became calm suddenly, and sprang to his feet, glancing about him in a way that caused Bordine to fear for his reason.
"Suicide you said?" turning fiercely upon August Bordine.
"I said it might be."
"It is not. Vic was happy; why should she take her own life?"
"I do not know."
"She was murdered."
"It may be so."
"You know it is. Look! See where the steel of the assassin entered her poor neck, and cut to the life. Oh, Vic, my poor darling! you shall be avenged. I will go to the ends of the earth but I will find your slayer and have his life."
Ransom Vane was white as death, and trembled like a leaf.