Still looking red and angry the Irishman flung himself petulantly into a chair. "I am willing to hear what you have to say, Mr. Torry," he growled sulkily, but with the dignified air of one who awaits an explanation.
"I--I have nothing to say. I have rather something to ask."
"What is that?"
"Why did Miss Hargone send Julia to meet Grent in her mantle?"
"She did not. The mantle she gave to the girl as a wedding gift."
"Strange that she should give it to her on the very day of the murder."
"Not at all. It seems to me Mr. Torry, that you suspect Miss Hargone of complicity in this crime?"
"I fancy she knows something about it."
"Then permit me to tell you, sir, that she does not. That old scamp of a Grent tried to make love to her, and she repulsed him. Why, then, should she have agreed to go away with him, and leave me, to whom she was engaged--and is engaged," finished Blake.
"Oh!" said Torry sarcastically, "you have no money."