“It’s true.”
“But he—why, he can’t do anything!”
“He may not try, but the plot was laid in his room. I watched afterward, and saw two men leave that room.”
“Who were they?”
“One was one of the Packards.”
“Roland?”
“I presume so; but I can’t tell them apart.”
“It must have been Roland; Oliver would not be up to such work. Roland is an old enemy of mine.”
“Then I suppose it was Roland.”
“And the other—who was he?”