"Her brother—"
"Oh, Basil, I know all about that."
Maraquito threw herself back on her couch, evidently baffled. "What do you know?" she demanded sullenly.
"That you are about to accuse him of the death of Miss Loach."
"Yes, I do. He killed her. There is a forged bill in—"
"I know all about that also," said Cuthbert, making a gesture for her to be silent. "If you hope to stop my marriage with Miss Saxon by such means, you have wasted your time," he moved again towards the door. "It is time this interview ended," he said.
"Why did you seek it then?" she flashed out.
"I did not. Jennings wrote, asking me to call and see you. I understood that you had something to say to me."
"I have much—though how that detestable man knew I can't think. But I can disgrace that doll of a girl through her brother."
"No, you cannot. Basil is perfectly innocent of murder."