Luther pitched away his cigarette and lighted another. "Well, now, I guess that's my idea right along. There's a mystery about Brand, and not a very straight one, seeing he couldn't tell the woman he swore to love, honour, and obey. There ain't nothing about leaving for long periods in the marriage service, I reckon. And it's strange he's not turned up, seeing she's murdered."
"Well," said Arnold slowly, and following the American into the room, "I believe Brand went to Australia to see if he was related to the man who left Flora this fortune."
"Yes. It's queer his name should be Brand also. A woman generally marries out of her name. It's a fact. Well, if he's in Australia I expect he won't turn up for some time. When he does----"
"What will happen?" asked Calvert, with a troubled look.
"The truth will come to light."
"Do you mean to say that the man killed her?"
"I guess I don't mean to say anything," returned Tracey coolly, and stretching his long limbs on a couch. "But now we're tiled in--you ain't a mason, I suppose? No. But we're private here, so fire along."
"What about?"
"I want to know----"
"So do I," broke in Arnold. "I want to know what you are doing here?"