"Yes. I am sure."
CHAPTER IX
THE EYE THAT LOOKED TO THE RIGHT
The two stared at each other in silence, and both were pale.
Juliet's mind was confused. "The pearls false!" She tried to hammer the words into her brain, and understand fully what the thing would mean for her and Pat. She thought of Louis Mayen, the "super money-lender," who had kept the pearls for months, and supposed that Claremanagh also must be thinking of him.
"What a treacherous, horrible man!" she broke out, at last. The Duke stared, almost stupidly—if he could be stupid.
"Who is treacherous—horrible?" he stammered.
"Why, your friend Mayen, of course!" she explained. "My poor Pat!"
Comprehension dawned in Claremanagh's eyes. "Oh, Mayen had nothing to do with this!" he assured her.
"Who else, then?" Juliet persisted. "The purser on the ship, who had the box in his safe, coming over? But he didn't have the seal. Mayen had it. He—or his messenger could——"