"And the murder of Dr. Warrender? Do you know of that also?"
"Of course. The two things go together, as I understand. Marlow's body is lost; Warrender was stabbed. How unfortunate that two people I knew should be out of the way when I come to claim you!"
"Did you know Dr. Warrender?" asked Sophy quickly.
"As I know myself," was the answer. "Twenty years ago, when you were a child, a mere infant, he practised in the town of Falmouth, Jamaica. He left after certain events which happened there, and, I believe, practised again in New Orleans. He married there, too, it was said."
"Yes; his wife lives at Heathton."
"Ah! I shall be glad to see her. Has the man who murdered her husband been discovered?"
"No; he cannot be found."
"Nor ever will be, I suspect," said Captain Lestrange coolly. "From what I read, the whole criminal business was conducted in the most skilful manner. I wonder why they stole poor Dick's body."
"Poor Dick!" retorted the girl indignantly. "Are you speaking of my father?"
"Of the man who passed as your father--yes, Marie, I am."