"Leopold Verschoyle?" she said, rapidly, while her breath came quick and sharp. "What do you know of Leopold Verschoyle?"
"I know he was your sister's husband."
"Was!" she smiled scornfully. "You speak in the past tense because of his divorce."
"No; I speak in the past tense because of his death."
"Death!" She arose to her feet with a look of horror in her dark eyes. "Is Leopold Verschoyle dead?"
"Yes. I will tell you all about it if you will answer a question."
She sat down again, pale but composed.
"And the question?"
"Was your sister, Mrs. Verschoyle, on board the night the 'Neptune' left Malta?"
"Yes."