"Why?" asked Lucian bluntly.
"Because if he is guilty, I don't want my daughter to marry a murderer."
"What! Is Mrs. Vrain going to marry him?"
"Yes," said the little man disconsolately, "and I wish she wasn't."
"So do I—for her own sake. I thought she did not like him. She said as much to me."
"I can't make her out, Mr. Denzil. She grew tired of him for a time, but now she has taken up with him again, and nothing I can say or do will stop the marriage. I love Lydia beyond words, as she is my only child, and I don't want to see her married to a man of doubtful reputation like Ferruci. So I thought I'd call and see if you could help me."
"I can't," replied Lucian. "As yet I have found out nothing likely to implicate Ferruci in the crime."
"But you may," said Clyne hopefully.
Lucian shrugged his shoulders.
"If I do, you shall know at once," he said.