Chapter Fifteen.
In the Dark.
“Look here, Kate, I’m not going back till I’ve had a good try here to see if something can’t be made out of this affair.”
Katrine D’Enghien sat in the drawing-room of the Dark House, with her eyes half closed, as if listening to the ballad Lydia was singing in a low tone in the corner of the back room, while Capel stood by turning over the leaves.
The old lawyer was in another corner at a card-table, on whose green surface lay a heap of papers and parchments, one of which he took up from time to time, and laid down, after examining it by the light of the shaded lamp.
“You said only yesterday that you were sick of this domestic cemetery,” said Katrine.
“So I am, for it’s doleful enough for anything here, only it makes me mad to see such a wealth of art treasures and plate belonging to this fellow Capel.”
“Then it is very evident that you did not filch the old man’s treasure,” said Katrine.