“Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know! You are too exasperating, Lawrence! You just stand there and say ‘why’? Stop it.”
“Keep your temper, Rod. I’m only trying, as you are, to find some way to look. It is indeed impenetrable!”
“And then that matter of the pearls.”
“To me that is the strangest revelation yet. No matter how much the father and daughter had little disagreements, even quarrels, how could he leave that great treasure away from his child and give it to his niece!”
“I think that very thing is a key to the mystery.”
“How do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You know I don’t know, Lawrence; if I did I’d have told long ago! But I believe when the worthwhile detective that I’m going to get for Mrs Varian takes hold of the case, he’ll work from that strange bequest of the Varian pearls.”
“Maybe he will,—but to me,—while it’s passing strange, it doesn’t seem to indicate anything definite.”
“No, nor to me. But we haven’t the trained mind of the real detective.”