"You can't hang him or her."
"Perhaps not; but I can imprison him or her."
"Do you think that Mrs. Boazoph knows the motive of the crime?"
Fanks reflected.
"Yes, I think she does," he said, quietly; "it is my belief that the motive for which you and I are searching is to be found in the past life of Mrs. Boazoph."
"Her past is known to the police, is it not?"
"It is known for the last twenty years only. She appeared in London twenty-one years ago, but who she is and where she came from, the police know no more than you do."
"Then how can the motive be found in----"
"Garth," said Fanks, pausing, and touching the other with his finger, "I have presentiments and premonitions; these rarely deceive me. In this instance they point to Mrs. Boazoph. Do not ask me why, for I can tell you no more. But I am sure that we are going forward on a dark path; at the end of that path we will find--Mrs. Boazoph."
"I never thought that you were so superstitious, Fanks."