"He may have known, since he knows so much, that you were already suspicious of Ro—of the other." She could not get his name out.
I felt like the criminal myself, trying to convince her against her heart. "Taken by itself the letter would not be conclusive, but with the other things——"
"What other things?"
"Well, his provoking you by a bet to wear the genuine pearls."
"There's nothing in that," she said quickly. "If he had had an ulterior motive he would have spoken of the bet since. He would have lost it, wouldn't he, to keep us from suspecting?"
I conceded the reasonableness of this—taken by itself. "But his bank account?"
"Bank account?" she repeated, startled. We had not told her of this.
"On April sixth Mr. Quarles deposited forty thousand dollars in cash in the Second National Bank."
All the light went out of her face. "Oh! Are you sure?" she gasped.
"I have seen the entry in his pass-book. I verified it at the bank."