Eugénie looked angrily at the detective, and then turned in despair to the Jew.
"You don't believe him guilty?" she asked.
"No, on my soul, I do not," he replied fervently; "still appearances look black against him."
Miss Rainsford thought for a few moments, and at last bluntly asked Naball the same question.
"Do you believe him guilty?"
"As far as my experience goes," said the detective coolly, "I do."
"Why?"
Naball produced a little pocket-knife, and began to trim his nails.
"The evidence is circumstantial," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "but the evidence is conclusive."
"Would you mind telling me what the evidence is?"