"It's no use beating about the bush," said Vera Moyle, and there was no sort of tremor in her voice. "Do you mind telling me exactly what you know of a Mr. Mostyn Scarth?"
"Mostyn Scarth!" cried Dollar. "Do you know him?"
"Only too well!"
"I was afraid of it."
"But I want your opinion and experience of him first. I believe you saw something of each other in Switzerland?"
"We did," replied Dollar weightily. "He was supposed to be looking after a young temporary lunatic, who was of age, rich, and not irresponsible in the eye of the law. Scarth induced the boy to leave him vast sums of money in a will, and then made two distinct attempts to murder him."
"No!"
"He did. You ask what I know of this man, and I make no bones about telling you. It's a thing the whole world ought to know for its protection. He made two separate attempts on the lad's life, the last more ingenious than the first; first he tried to poison him by means of a forged prescription, and next to break his neck by tampering with his toboggan."
"In Switzerland, when you were there?"
"I was sent for after the first effort; the second was made under my nose."