Jen bent his head gravely.
"Maurice wanted to marry her."
"I know, I know," replied Lady Meg, while a wave of color passed over her fair face.
"You do!" cried Jen, in surprise, "And who told you?"
"Mr. Sarby."
"Oh!" The major considered a moment, and his thoughts were anything but benevolent toward David. "I can guess why he told you."
"What do you mean, major?"
"Never mind at present," said Jen, evasively. "I'll tell you that later on. In the meantime, let me state the case. Maurice was killed on the high road by means, as I verily believe, of the devil-stick. You know about that, of course."
"Yes, I read the report of the inquest, and I have heard rumors. I agree with you, major, that Mr. Alymer was killed by the poison of the devil-stick. Go on."
"On the night that the body was stolen," continued Jen, deliberately, "Jaggard was drugged."