"What good will that do?"
"It will set Kaituna's mind at rest."
His listener played with the plain gold ring on her finger--the ring which had been the symbol of her marriage with the murdered man--and frowned.
"If I were you, I'd let sleeping dogs lie," she said, at length, without raising her eyes.
"No! I will not! See here, Mrs. Belswin, I know quite well that Kaituna is anxious to find out the murderer of her father. If she does not it will embitter her whole life. She cannot bear to think of him lying unavenged in his grave. Herself, she can do nothing, but I, her promised husband, can."
"I'm afraid you over-calculate your powers as a detective."
"Perhaps I do," he answered, calmly; "but I'm going to try, at all events, and see if I can unravel this mystery. Did I intend to let sleeping dogs lie, as you phrase it, I would have gone out to Australia myself to look after the silver mines, but as Clendon has taken that trouble off my hands I am going to devote myself to finding out the man who murdered Sir Rupert."
He spoke with such determination that she felt convinced he would carry out his intention, and fidgeted about in her seat for a few moments, then, walking to the window, stood looking out into the dull street, while she made her next remark.
"I don't think it will do any good. Where the police have failed you cannot hope to succeed."
"I hope to do so, with your help."