"Dead! Dead! Shot dead. But not by me--not by me."
Eustace chewed his pipe, and stared into the fire, pulling hard. He appeared to be worried.
"Poor girl!" said he at length.
Frank understood on the instant. "Does she love her brother?"
"Do you know her?" asked Eustace, without looking up.
Lancaster shook his head. "I saw her last night at the theatre. Her brother insulted me, and asked me to see him to-day, as he wanted to apologise--"
"Wait!" Jarman threw up his hand. "The whole truth, if you please."
"I'm telling the truth, if you will only listen."
"Apologising doesn't sound like Starth," objected Eustace.
"I thought so when I got his note, and I am convinced now that his invitation was a trap."