"She can hardly be the same," said Paul, not wishing to betray the lady.
"No. I guess not. She'd hardly have the cheek to sit down with me if she did. But Krill. Yes, I remember—my aunt, you know."
"Your aunt?"
"Yes," said Sandal, impatiently, "she was murdered, or committed suicide in that 'Red Pig' place. Rachel Sandal—with her unlucky opals."
"Her unlucky opals! What do you mean?"
"Why, she had a serpent set with opals she wore as a brooch, and it brought her bad luck."