"Does it interest you?" he asked.
The old gentleman, ordinarily so testy and so peremptory, silently nodded his head, while Franklin cried:
"Speak up quick. You detectives hesitate so over the disagreeables. Was she throttled or stabbed with a knife?"
"I have said the means were peculiar. She was stabbed, but not—with a knife."
I know Mr. Gryce well enough now to be sure that he did not glance towards Howard while saying this, and yet at the same time that he did not miss the quiver of a muscle on his part or the motion of an eyelash. But Howard's assumed sang froid remained undisturbed and his countenance imperturbable.
"The wound was so small," the detective went on, "that it is a miracle it did not escape notice. It was made by the thrust of some very slender instrument through——"
"The heart?" put in Franklin.
"Of course, of course," assented the detective; "what other spot is vulnerable enough to cause death?"
"Is there any reason why we should not go?" demanded Howard, ignoring the extreme interest manifested by the other two, with a determination that showed great doggedness of character.
The detective ignored him.