"Do speak to me," said Brenda. "I am so afraid for Harold."
"You need not be," replied the widow, and her visitor noticed how worried and haggard she looked. "He is perfectly safe, I assure you. Van Zwieten shall not harm him!"
"But he accuses him of committing the murder!"
"So you said. But that doesn't matter. Whoever killed poor Gilbert it was not Harold Burton."
"Tell me how Harold's revolver came to be found on the spot?"
"I have an idea, but I cannot tell you--at all events, not just yet. Wait till I have seen Van Zwieten."
"Are you going to see him?"
"I think so--to-night, about nine o'clock. At least I left a note at his rooms which I think will bring him. I can only say that if he is a wise man he will come. Then I will settle him once and for all as far as Harold is concerned."
"Lady Jenny, tell me who do you think killed your husband?"
She looked at the girl sharply. "Did your father ever tell you he had a brother?" she asked.