"If you can prove who murdered the woman I shall be glad to hear."
"You really mean that?" asked Tracey, staring in his turn.
"Of course." Fane stared at Tracey in return, and then looked at Arnold. "I'm glad you sent for me, Calvert. Let us hear everything."
"It is the story of Mrs. Brand's life----"
"Oh! And has it to do with the murder?"
"I think so."
"Does it point to the assassin?"
"It may even do that. But we can't be sure."
Fane threw back his head and closed his eyes. "Read on," he said; "I will give you my opinion."
Tracey and Calvert glanced at one another again, and then the latter opened the book. Fane, hearing the rustle of the leaves, sat up.