"And marry again?"
Fairy Fan shot a second provocative glance. "Perhaps," she said.
"H'm!" Jarman resolved to startle her. "So Walter Starth was not to your taste?"
He woefully failed to bring about the desired result. Fan was too old a hand to be startled. "You've been reading the papers?" she said.
Jarman nodded. "I saw that both Starth and the man who is supposed to have killed him loved you."
"They did, and I refused both of them. Nice boys, but a couple of paupers. If I marry again, I marry money. But why do you use the word 'supposed.' Frank Lancaster murdered Starth, sure enough."
"So the jury say, but--"
"And so I say. I know exactly how it happened. Starth thought that I was going to marry Lancaster, and they had a row. Then Frank, who always carried a revolver, shot him."
"And knifed him afterwards like your friend, Lo Keong, did Anchor."
"That _was_ strange," admitted Fan, thoughtfully. "I don't think such a nice boy as Frank would act so brutally; and it's odd that my husband should have been treated in the same way."