"Well," he interrupted again impatiently, "the chance of obtaining a good home lies in your hands. I swear I will make you a baroness if you will help me to get the money."
Emily fenced. "Do you think Mr. Calvert is guilty?" she asked.
"Yes, decidedly. I am as sure of that, as I am that Mrs. Fane was in the room assisting him to escape."
"But why should she do that?"
"Because she loves him----"
"Oh, good gracious!" Miss Doon started from her seat. "Really, that is impossible."
"I tell you she loves him," repeated Bocaros grimly, "and that is why she is so averse to her sister marrying him. Calvert got to know that the will was made in his favour, and lured Flora to the White Room. There Calvert or Mrs. Fane killed her--don't shriek."
"I must," said Miss Doon excitedly. "Do you think that Mrs. Fane--Oh, I can't believe--And yet----"
"Ah! Then she was up in town on that night?"
"I never said so," retorted Emily promptly.