“Very well,” interrupted Marchand. “Who else knows about it?”
“Only Oscar.”
The old man turned toward the door. The silent servant had entered. Marchand looked toward him, but did not speak.
Something in Marchand’s eyes indicated that he was questioning the truth of Willis’s statement. Oscar detected the look and nodded in corroboration.
Satisfied, the old man sat down in an easy-chair. Willis and Paget also took seats. Oscar remained standing by the door.
“Tell me about it,” said Marchand, in a querulous tone.
“A WEEK ago,” began Willis, in a hesitating tone, “something occurred that—”
“A week ago?” demanded Marchand sharply.
“Er — yes, a week ago,” replied Willis, uneasily. “That was the first time. But then we suspected nothing—”
“Hm-m-m!” interrupted the old man. “Go on.”