"I don't know; I--I lost it."
"Where?"
"I tell you I don't know; I can't remember," said the wretched man.
"Dr. Lester," said the inspector in a stern manner, "let me advise you to be careful, sir, for you stand in a very dangerous position. There is evidence against you that you killed your daughter."
"I tell you it's impossible!" shrieked Lester, the perspiration beading on his forehead. "I kill Milly! I loved her! I would not kill a fly! I--I--O God!--Mexton, you don't believe that I killed Milly?"
"I can't say," said Paul, sorry for the man, although he was doubtful of his innocence. "The servant here says you were angry with Milly last night, and went out with a revolver in search of her."
"No, no! I went in search of Lovel."
"Lovel?" cried Drek, astonished by the introduction of this new name--"what had Mr. Lovel to do with it?"
"He was with my daughter last night; Iris said he was."
"At what time?"