"I doubt it, seeing that your relative offers this reward for his capture. However, I can reply with an honest heart that I don't know where he is."
Fairy Fan threw away her cigarette with an important air. "I wish you did," said she, "I want to save him from being lynched."
"Why do you wish to save him after bringing him into this state."
"I didn't," she said fiercely. "Yes, you did. For some reason best known to yourself you induced Starth and Lancaster to quarrel. Having been successful up to the point of putting a rope round Frank's neck, you come to me to ask if I will help you to adjust it."
The woman clasped and unclasped her hands nervously, and rose to pace the room. "Believe me, I come to save him," she said earnestly. "He's in great danger, and I alone can help him."
"Ah! then you know who killed Starth."
"I don't--I don't! I swear I don't!" she cried vehemently. "So far as I know it was Frank. My uncle believes in his guilt also."
"I know. It is to his interest to believe," snapped Jarman. "How much money is involved in this business, Miss Berry?"
She turned pale, and looked down. "There is no money," she said.
"Oh, yes. We'll say about a million. Your uncle doesn't offer this reward for nothing. It's a small sprat to catch a large mackerel."