The detective asked this question simply for the want of something better. He was now pretty thoroughly convinced that the real assassin walked at his side, and that it might be well to arrest him at once, when, if necessary, sufficient evidence could be hunted up afterward.
"I am almost sure of it."
"What motive?"
"Robbery and revenge."
"Indeed."
"Yes. Poor Victoria!"
"See here, Mr. Bordine, what was that girl to you?" demanded the detective, suddenly and sharply, laying his hand on the arm of his companion.
A dark form dogging their steps—had not been seen by either.
"She was nothing to me, sir."
"A friend?"