“You’re ill,” he said, noting her distorted face.
“No, only furious.... I’ve made a discovery.”
“Anything of value?”
“Yes, to you—and to me.”
Morse bent a keen glance upon her. 174
“Well?” was all he said.
“I know where your niece, Virginia Singleton, is.”
She said this deliberately, realizing the while the worth of her words.
Morse got to his feet unsteadily.
“I don’t believe it,” he returned.