"Jasher asked a great many questions, mostly of the sort which Luther had asked, and seemed quite puzzled. Calvert told Jasher that the American suspected a woman of having killed Mrs. Brand. This, however, Jasher shook his head at.
"A woman wouldn't have the nerve," he said. "However, I'll think over that. There's Mrs. Fane, of course."
"What about her?" asked Arnold angrily.
"Well, sir, she (as I learn from the professor, who heard it from Miss Baldwin) hates you, and doesn't want you to marry her sister. The song sung was hers. So she might have----"
"Rubbish!" said Arnold, jumping up. "I am surprised at you, man. Mrs. Fane was at Westcliff-on-Sea."
"Yes; and I guess she ran away with my car," cried Tracey.
"What!" said Jasher, pink to the ears. "Have you been listening?"
"You bet," said Luther coolly; "had my ear to the wall the whole time. This house is a shell. Now the conversation's come round to my way of thinking, I've come to sail in. You're a smart man," said Luther, wringing the detective's hand. "I agree with you. A woman did the trick, and Mrs. Fane's the woman."
Jasher felt complimented. "Well, sir, now you are in and know all, I don't mind your remaining. Mrs. Fane----"
"I won't hear it," cried Arnold; "it is ridiculous!"