"For money, I guess," said Tracey, who had not lost a word.
"Certainly, for money," said Bocaros dryly. "The fortune of my cousin should be mine. She changed her mind and left it to you. I claim half."
"And you will hold your tongue if I give you five thousand a year?"
"Yes; I will certainly do that," said the professor, thinking he was getting on capitally.
"What about the detective?" asked Luther.
"Jasher? Well, you will have to settle with him also. He will require money also."
"And if I refuse to pay you or Jasher?" asked Arnold.
"I shall ask Jasher to see Inspector Derrick and tell what we know."
Arnold looked curiously at Bocaros, and wondered at the hardihood of his threat. "Merely out of curiosity, professor, I should like to know what evidence you have against me."
"That is easy," said Bocaros promptly. "You were not at the theatre till after nine, and Flora was killed before then. The money you wanted very badly. I heard about the stage dagger from Mrs. Fane's maid, and I know you used it, and----"