"Yes," I agreed, "perhaps you're right."
"Even if she'd never seen him," Godfrey added, "she must have suspected who it was—there was only one man in the world whom her sister was capable of killing. Or she might have imagined that it was some one else. There's been nothing in all this, Lester, to disprove my original theory about Miss Lawrence."
"Godfrey," I said impulsively, "I'm going to disprove it once and for all. Look at this," and I thrust into his hands the photograph Burr Curtiss had entrusted to me.
He gazed at it for some moments in silence. At last he handed it back to me.
"Do you believe that theory now?" I asked.
"No," he answered, and sat staring straight before him, his lips compressed.
"I knew you'd say so," I said. "I knew you'd see how impossible it was that there should be any shameful secret in her life. I wavered once or twice when every discovery we made seemed to confirm your theory, but I never really believed it. I'd only to recall this photograph——"
"Why didn't you show it to me before?" he asked.
"Candidly, Godfrey," I answered, crimsoning a little, "I—I don't know."
"Oh, yes, you do!" he retorted. "You were afraid I'd chin it out of you."