“Yes, it will be very fine for her.”
And suddenly, as he stood looking down at the dead man, Hugh Edwards laughed.
Saint Jimmy sprang to his feet. Such laughter was not good to hear.
“Hugh!”
The man whirled on him. “You win, Saint Jimmy—congratulations.” He rushed madly from the room.
Saint Jimmy gazed at Natachee, speechless with amazement.
“What on earth did he mean by that!” he said at last.
“Is it possible you do not know?”
The other shook his head.
Natachee said slowly: