"Possibly," said Denzil, wondering at these very pointed questions. "Why do you ask?"
"I have my reasons, sir. Where is my cloak?"
"I will return it later on; it will probably be used as evidence."
Rhoda started. "Where?" she demanded, with a frown.
"At the trial."
"Do you think they'll hang the person who killed Mr. Vrain?"
"If the police catch him, and his guilt is proved, I am sure they will hang him."
The girl's eyes flashed with a wicked light, and she clasped and unclasped her hands with a quick, nervous movement. "I hope they will," she said in a low, rapid voice. "I hope they will."
"What!" cried Lucian, with a step forward. "Do you know the assassin?"
"No!" cried Rhoda, with much vehemence. "I swear I don't, but I think the murderer ought to be hanged. I know—I know—well, I know something—see me to-morrow night, and you'll hear."