This was a new thought to Greg. "Why, no," he said. "How could he? He just happened to pick me up later. But I don't know. Why not? There was something queer about all his actions."
"What was he like, the dead man?"
"A nice old gentleman; plump, smooth-shaven, kindly-looking; looked like a Spanish-American. By Gad! they were all Spanish, weren't they?"
The girl's face gradually sharpened with anxiety now.
Greg went on: "There was a valise under the body; that's gone too."
"Like that you saw in the hotel up-town?" she asked breathlessly.
"The very same! I never thought of it!"
A low cry escaped the girl.
"He had an odd-looking ring on; octagonal red stone with characters cut in it."
"My uncle!" she cried despairingly. "I suspected it! They have done for him! I was too late!" She covered her face with her hands.