"Are you friendly with Zirknitz?" asked Ellis, with unconcealed surprise.
"Very!" retorted the lawyer, with an ugly grin. "I lend him money."
"Lend money to a scamp like that, whom you hate, who will never repay you?"
Busham scratched his chin. "Oh, as to that," said he, "I know what I am about, you may be sure. So it was your sister, Mrs. Moxton? Bless me, how like she is to you; a twin, of course? I see. Why was she crying and flying?"
"She may have cried because we quarrelled on that night," said the widow, in an agitated tone; "but she was not flying. She merely went home."
"To thirty-two Geneva Square, Pimlico? I know! I know!"
"How do you know?"
"Because I picked up another cab and followed her!"
"Why did you do that?"
"I thought she was you, and wished to know where you were going at that hour of the night. Your sister going home? Ah, that explains it."