Alvin Duane had to report to Avice and to Judge Hoyt the result of his interview with Lindsay.
The detective had an idea that Avice would be far from pleased at the possible incrimination of Kane Landon. Duane knew that Miss Trowbridge was reported engaged to Judge Hoyt, but he had seen and heard her in conversation with the judge, and to his astute observation she did not seem desperately in love with him. This, to be sure, was none of his business, but he greatly desired to find out just where the affections of his young employer lay. Moreover, he had a slight suspicion that the girl was a little jealous of the beautiful widow’s attractions, but whether this jealousy was directed toward Landon or the judge he did not know. And he chose his own method of discovering.
Avice came to his office by appointment to learn his news. Duane greeted her, looking admiringly at the slender figure, so pathetic in its dull black draperies. But there was a vivid color in the girl’s cheeks, and a sparkle of excitement in her eyes, as she sat down, eager to learn the latest developments.
“Mr. Duane,” she said, “I see by your very manner that you learned something from my unknown friend, Mr. Lindsay.”
“I did,” and Duane looked mysterious and important.
“Well, tell me! I am all impatience!”
Pursuing the plan he had formulated to himself, he said, impressively, “I’ve a new theory.”
“Yes,” said the girl, breathlessly.
“I think Mrs. Black is the criminal,” he declared, bluntly.
Avice almost laughed. “How absurd!” she said. “Why, Mrs. Black was with me all that afternoon.”