“Yes, indeed!” the Count exclaimed, with sparkling eyes, then realizing his slip, he hastily added: “that is, I was glad of the knowledge that it would come to me some day. Surely I did not want the lady to die, that I might receive it, but I was pleased to know she thought enough of me to make the direction.”
“What did she mean by saying ‘To-morrow all will be different’?”
“That I do not know. Could she have meant——”
“She did say it, then? You admit she said it to you?”
Breathlessly, Fleming Stone waited the answer. Miss Carrington had said this to the person who was with her behind her closed door at one o’clock! Could the Count be going to incriminate himself?
“Not to me only. She said it to all who were present. It was while we were playing bridge.”
“She said it again to the man who killed her!”
“Of that I know nothing,” said Count Charlier, politely.
“Bother!” said Fleming Stone, inaudibly.