“Ah!” exclaimed Juliette, suddenly excited. “I cannot tell you what he said to me. You know I love him best in the world—next to—you. But he said such things to me—such things!”
“He said—oh, my dearest!—he said his life was not safe—he said no one’s life was safe in this City—he said he had been shot at in the bandstand; and, you know, that business of the milk was dreadful. The strange thing is that Carlos won’t consult the police about it.”
“But how does this affect us—affect you and me?” demanded Ilam bravely.
“Dearest,” said Juliette, “poor Carlos thinks—he actually thinks——”
“That I am trying to kill him?”
“He thinks you have something to do with it.”
“But why? Why should I want to kill your brother—your brother?”
“Yes, indeed!” agreed Juliette. “And why should you want to kill anybody’s brother?” she added.
“Of course,” he said hastily. “Why should I want to kill any person at all?”
“Carlos says that he is not the only person you have tried to kill.”