"Mr. Monteith?" she asked.
"I have the honour to bear that name," replied Ronald, stepping forward. "You are Mrs. Verschoyle?"
The lady bowed and threw back her veil, disclosing a countenance so like Carmela's, that Ronald was startled for a moment.
"You will wonder what I've come about," said Mrs. Verschoyle, resuming her seat; "so I may as well tell you at once--it is to stop my sister's marriage with the Marchese Vassalla."
Gerald glanced at Ronald, and as their eyes met the same thought was in their minds.
"Jealousy!"
"But why do you come to us?" said Ronald, politely; "we cannot stop the marriage."
How he fervently wished he could!
"Yes, you can," she replied, quietly; "you are looking for the murderer of my husband."
Both the young men stared; what was she going to say?