“Yes, pray speak out,” cried Mrs Bolter. “I am sure we are all only too anxious to find some comfort.”
“I was thinking of what could have happened to them, for depend upon it they are all together.”
“Yes,” said Mr Perowne; “but you were thinking more than that.”
“I must think,” said the Resident. “I cannot say anything definite now.”
“Then I know what it is,” cried Mrs Bolter.
“Will you kindly speak out, madam?” said the old merchant, harshly.
“I should be sorry to accuse falsely,” said Mrs Bolter, excitedly; “but I was warned of this, and I can’t help thinking that someone else is at the bottom of this night’s work.”
“And who’s that?” said the doctor, quickly.
Mrs Bolter was silent.
“Rajah Murad, you mean,” said the doctor, quickly; “and he has been waiting his time.”