Her brother shrugged his shoulders. He was very fond of Aurora, but he saw her many faults, and she certainly had too long a tongue for one engaged in private matters. "What about Hay?" he asked.
Aurora raised her eyes. "I thought you wanted to know of my discoveries at Christchurch," she said, pouting.
"Well, I do. But Hay?—"
"Oh, he's all right. He's going to marry Miss Krill and her money, and is getting cash together by fleecing young Sandal. That fool will play, and keeps losing his money, although I've warned him."
"Then don't warn him. I wish to catch Hay red-handed."
"Ah," Miss Qian nodded, "you may catch him red-handed in a worse matter than gambling."
"Aurora, you don't mean to say he has anything to do with the murder of Aaron Norman?"
"Well, I don't go so far as to say that, Billy. But when I got settled in the private sitting-room of 'The Red Pig' on the plea that I had come down for a change of air, and expected my brother—"
"Which you do without any lies."
"Yes, that's all right, Billy," she said impatiently. "Well, the first thing I clapped eyes on was a portrait of Grexon Hay in a silver frame on the mantelpiece."