He smiled at her thoughtfully.
"You are a wonderful woman, Violet," he said, reflectively. "One would not expect to find a Lady Macbeth in a delicately made little lady like yourself! You don't look the character. But don't be uneasy; there are other ways of disposing of a person who is inconveniently in the way, than the dagger and poison-cup. The way is——"
She put out her hand.
"Don't tell me."
He laughed sardonically.
"I told you that you would not want the details," he said, "and you are wise to let the fact suffice. Margaret Hale is dead, and Blair is free once more."
"Free!" she murmured. "Free!" and she drew a long sigh. "And where is he?"
"On his way to London," he replied. "He will be here to-morrow."
"To-morrow?" and her face flushed.
"Yes," he said, promptly. "But I do not know that he will find his way to Park Lane quite so quickly."