"Yes, yes. But you know how suspicious the police are."
"They may be in foreign lands where you hail from. But I guess they're too pig-headed here to think much."
"This woman--Flora--was murdered in Ajax Villa. It is only a short distance from my house. They may think----"
"That you killed her? That's rubbish. It's queer, certainly, that she should have come to end her life in that way so near to your shanty, but there's not much chance of the police accusing you. Did you know Fane in any way?"
"I never even heard of him."
"Not from Miss Mason? You know her?"
"I have only spoken half a dozen words to her," said Bocaros, twisting his hands together. "You know how shy I am. Your lady----"
"Gerty B.," put in Tracey.
"Yes, Miss Baldwin. She introduced me to Miss Mason. But we had little speech together. Your young lady might have mentioned the name of Fane, but I forget--I forget." And Bocaros passed his hand over his brow again. "You know how absent I am."
"Yes, yes," said Luther Tracey soothingly, for he saw that the man was growing excited. "You lie down and go slow. Tell me about this cousin of yours."