"Oh, I agree with you there," said the doctor. "The creature is one of those selfish, soulless beings without moral feelings. So long as he could do so, without risking his neck, I quite believe he would go so far as murder. Then he is a spendthrift and a Sybarite; so to get this money it is just possible he killed Moxton. But if he is guilty, Mrs. Moxton does not know of his wickedness."
"Then why did she faint when his name was mentioned?"
"Because no doubt she is aware of his dangerous nature, and perhaps may think him guilty. What I mean is that, up to the moment I mentioned the name, she did not suspect Zirknitz."
"Humph!" said Cass, looking at the fire. "It might be so. What do you intend to do now? The situation is complicated."
"I will see Mrs. Moxton and tell her that I have met Zirknitz."
"Will you tell her also that he accuses Busham?"
"Yes! because from what he said, Mrs. Moxton may know the grounds upon which he bases his accusation."
"Then she must be inculpated in the crime," cried Cass, decisively.
"I don't see that," said Ellis, much annoyed. "Come what may, I believe that poor little woman is innocent."
"Because you are in love!"