"Touché!" she cried.
I bowed my thanks; I was learning French as rapidly as circumstances permitted.
"But Frances did not see them again?"
"Oh, no; she preferred not."
"And the money?"
"Was left in the box. I sent back the key. She wished it so. After all, it was her mother——"
"Yes, of course; perhaps she was not really so bad."
"She wasn't," I said decidedly. "But the man——"
"Was a genius. I'm almost sorry he's dead."
"I'm more than sorry—it has taken an interest out of life."