“Yes—that part’s all right. He knows nothing save what you see there. This threat concerns Loris and I. We are the only two who will ever be buried in our family plot.”
“What does she know? Has she seen this letter?”
“Yes!”
“Knows nothing about it?”
“Nothing.”
“Has no enemies?”
“Certainly not! She’s just a girl!” The Magnate’s eyes softened slightly. He glanced around for a cigar.
Drew laid the letter on the table. “It seems to me,” he said, “that you have not explained everything. When did you get this letter, Mr. Stockbridge? What time did it arrive?”
“It came in the late mail last night. I showed it to Loris at supper. Then I called up the cemetery people this morning. Got the superintendent. He said that ‘Dr. Conroy’—our family physician—‘had phoned him and ordered the grave dug.’ Said, ‘A death was about to occur in the Stockbridge family.’ Conroy never sent any such message!”
“Umph!” broke in Drew.