“But I told you that he said he had been poisoned—and a dying man does not lie.”
“Really, I hardly know how to believe it.” And Lady Teignmouth looked her companion steadily in the eyes.
There was a minute’s silence, and then she added quietly:
“Do you think that Colonel Dacre killed him?”
“What motive could he have for even wishing him dead?” inquired Lady Gwendolyn, flushing.
“According to your own showing he took him for a rival.”
“I never said that.”
“Well, he fancied it was you who had met him in the wood; and that would naturally anger him, since he loves you himself.”
“Has he told you so, pray?”
“Not in so many words; but I have been aware of the fact for over a year now.”