“What do you know of Irene Wilmer?” he asked.
“I know she is one of your victims, as is also Bessie Graves, and I ask you where you left her.”
“I left her out west, some time ago.”
“Do you know where she is now?”
“No, I can’t say that I do.”
“I can tell you.”
“Where is she?”
“Dead,” Miss Elsworth answered, in a low voice.
“Dead, Irene dead,” he repeated.
“Yes, she is dead.”