"This is ridiculous," she said contemptuously; "it was Francis who died. He----"
"Francis did not die, as you well know," interrupted the young man. "Felix fell into his own trap, and for safety I assumed his name. I believe you were aware of this all along."
"How can that be? And if I really did know you were Francis, why did you not say so?"
"Because I did not wish to betray myself. For aught I know you slew my brother, and were quite capable of accusing me of his murder."
Rose evaded this question, and, tossing her head with a sneer, moved toward the door. Before she could reach it I blocked her passage.
"Not yet, Miss Gernon," said I meaningly. "Though we have discovered Felix to be Francis, we do not know how the former met with his death."
"I cannot tell you."
"I think you can," said Olivia quickly, "seeing Felix by your own confession made all arrangements with you."
"And yet Felix is dead," scoffed Rose.
"He fell into his own trap."