"No," muttered Bobo.
"Then what possible motive could I have for wishing to turn you against her?"
"I don't know," said Bobo sullenly. "I can't read your mind."
Jack threw up his hands. "You're so stuck on your role of multi-millionaire, that you're always forgetting it's only a role you're playing. Now listen. I'm going to tell you the whole truth about Mrs. Cleaver and Miriam. It's all I can do for you. In the first place Mrs. Cleaver has been in the pay of the old man for three years. It was he who supplied the coin to keep up that house. I caught her with the goods."
"Impossible!" gasped Bobo. "A society woman like that! You're sure you are not mistaken?"
"Read that," said Jack, handing him Mr. B.'s letter to Mrs. Cleaver.
Bobo's hair almost stood on end as he recognized the handwriting, and appreciated the significance of what he read.
"But—but Miriam didn't know anything about this. She said she was stunned when she learned of what her cousin——"
"Please don't give me any more of that stuff. Mrs. Cleaver was only the old man's catspaw, but Miriam is a confidential insider."
"How do you know that?"