“Carl,” she said. “Carl knew we were having a showdown. He knew he couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer, and he knew that Belle’s happiness depended... Oh, Mr. Mason, you don’t suppose he went up on deck and... and...”
“Committed suicide?” Mason asked.
She nodded.
“What do you think?” Mason asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m afraid... That would leave Belle in the clear, wouldn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“They couldn’t do anything about that embezzlement, could they?”
“They can’t arrest a dead man, if that’s what you mean.”
“Well, that’s what I meant.”
“If Carl left any money, they could go after that.”