"Yes, and a murderess!"
"Major! Do you think--"
"Certainly I do. I believe she killed Maurice; but the evidence is as yet too slight upon which to accuse her. If I thought that she--" here the major checked himself and resumed in an altered tone--"but I must think of these things later on. In the meantime I must conclude my examination of this man."
"Do you think he knows anything?"
"No. I believe he found the devil-stick as he says. Within the grounds of Mrs. Dallas, mind you!"
"Well, and what does that prove?"
"Prove!" retorted Jen sharply, "simply that it was dropped there by that black fiend after she had killed Maurice."
"Do you really think she killed him?" asked Lady Meg, her face growing pale with the intensity of her excitement.
"I do," replied Jen, decisively. "But the evidence--ah, the evidence. Well," he added, after a pause, "I have something to go on, in this refilled devil-stick, and the saturated handkerchief."
"But I don't understand--"