"None, most likely. Still, I think he ought to know. I've always thought the motive for Carson's death was to be found in India."
"There was nothing in the story to lead one to think so."
"Nothing. But Mr. Brock may know something. At present he is under the impression that Boldini is the genuine Carson; but, when I tell him of the murder, and the whole conspiracy, it is possible he may recall some incident likely to throw light on what is now absolutely Cimmerian."
"I doubt it, Laurence. Are you still so bent on getting to the bottom of this murder?"
"Why not? An undiscovered mystery is like an unfinished tune. You feel a tantalizing desire for the closing cadence. All my life I shall worry about that poor fellow's death, until I really know how he was killed, and who killed him. Only one more try, Olive, I promise you. If Mr. Brock fails to help me, I suppose I must give up the chase."
"Well, see Mr. Brock, and then tell him the story. But I fear you will be disappointed."
"Who knows, dear. His knowledge of your father and Carson's life in Kikat should be precise. For all we know, Michael Trall may have done it."
"I can't think that, Laurence. Michael Trall has not been seen or heard of for thirty years."
"True, true. His own brother doesn't know of his whereabouts. I dare say the scamp is dead."
"And even if he were alive, I can't see where his motive could have been."