“Not yet—but soon,” and Elliott essayed to pass the subject off lightly.
“Very soon?” Hendricks looked at him in a curious manner.
“Very soon, I think.”
“That’s interesting. Would it be indiscreet to ask in what direction one must look for the criminal?”
“It would very.” Elliott smiled a little. “Now run along, Hendricks, that’s a good chap. I’ve important business matters to talk over with Eunice.”
Hendricks went, and Elliott turned to Eunice, with a grave face,
“I’ve been going over Sanford’s private papers,” he said, “and, Eunice, there’s a lot that we want to keep quiet.”
“Was Sanford a bad man?” she asked, her quiet, white face imploring a negative answer.
“Not so very, but, as you know, he had a love of money—a sort of acquisitiveness, that led him into questionable dealings. He loaned money to any one who would give him security—”
“That isn’t wrong!”