Laying this down by the other papers, with a shaking hand, at the first glance it could be seen the handwritings were identical.
"It's true," groaned Ronald; "my God, it's true!" and he fell heavily into his chair again.
"And what is your opinion?" asked Foster.
"My theory," corrected Roper, "is this: I think Miss Cotoner saw her old lover on the boat, and committed the murder, trusting to the presence of her sister on board to shield her from the consequences of her crime.. I also believe that Vassalla knows she is guilty, and has threatened to tell unless she marry him."
"Yes, but what about Mrs. Verschoyle?"
"Oh! I think she knows that Carmela's guilty, and threatens to expose her, if she will not refuse to marry Vassalla."
"It all seems clear enough," said Foster, thoughtfully.
"Yes, but it's a d----d lie, for all that," said Ronald, springing to his feet, and oh, how haggard and worn his young face looked! "Look here, you fellows. I love Miss Cotoner, and I don't believe she's guilty. I think that cursed Vassalla is at the bottom of it all. I'm going to Marlow, where Carmela is, and there I'll act a part. I'll see her, speak to her, and find out everything, but I must have your promise not to move in the matter, till I tell you."
"We cannot promise," said Roper.
"Whose servant are you?" asked Ronald, fiercely; "will you do what I tell you?"