"And where did he get them? His practice must have brought him in little enough."
"No, I won't say that. The fact, I think, is that there was some understanding between the two men, and that Marlow gave Warrender money."
"He must have given him a good deal, then. Those jewels represent a lot. Seems like a kind of blackmail, sir."
"On that point, Alan, I would prefer not to give an opinion."
"And Warrender helped to steal the body of his patron," mused Alan. "Strange. But about this idea of a false name."
"Well, it was at dinner one evening. The ladies had retired, and I was alone with Marlow and Warrender, talking over our wine, just as you and I might be now, Alan. The doctor had taken a little too much, and on one occasion he addressed the other man as Beauchamp. Marlow flashed one fierce glance at him, which sobered him at once. I made no remark on the incident at the time, but it stuck in my memory."
"Then you think that Mr. Marlow was called Beauchamp in Jamaica?"
"Warrender's slip gave me that impression," said the Rector cautiously.
"How very strange!" murmured Alan, toying with his glass. "Do you know the will? Of course, I am trustee."
"Sophy's trustee--why, yes. All the money goes to her, doesn't it?"