Monsieur Simon took the blue slip from a packet of papers and laid it before her. With eyes dilated, she read the message that was signed with her name. Then for a moment frowned deeply, staring at this confirmation of her suspicion.
"What do you think, Madame?" asked Simon.
Moira was silent for a moment, struggling for the mastery of her emotions. And then in a suppressed tone, barely audible,
"It is as I supposed, Messieurs. Monsieur Jim Horton was lured to the studio by this message and—my husband—was killed by mistake in his stead."
"By whom, Madame?" asked the Judge quickly.
Moira made a nervous gesture of recantation.
"I—I do not know. It is horrible to suspect without further proof. I—I cannot say."
"Monsieur Quinlevin?"
"That's impossible. He was at Fontainebleau."
"Then who——?"