And most probably not without skeletons in his own!
Well, there were few closets without a skeleton of some sort.
What, Selden wondered, was the skeleton in the closet of the Countess Rémond? That grim tragedy in the wood behind Bouresches?
And what game was the baron playing? Working for a restoration—yes; but why had he compelled the prince to return those many thousands of francs to Davis in so summary a fashion? Most extraordinary that—as though he were trying to impress some one with his probity.
Davis, perhaps; but why should he care to impress Davis? Who, after all, was Davis?
And who was Madame Ghita?
Pondering these and other questions, Selden mounted to his room and went to bed. He could find an answer to none of them, but he had a sense of pleasurable excitement, for he felt that, in some strange way, he had been drawn into an extraordinary drama.
And its most interesting personage was undoubtedly Madame Ghita.