“Do you know what has become of him?”
“No, sir; but I suppose he is off somewhere.”
“He is dead!”
Her head rose slightly, but the smile was unchanged.
“You don’t tell me, sir!”
“Yes, murdered; perhaps you know his murderer?”
“Who was it, sir?”
“Colonel Darke.”
“Oh, I know him. He has been here, lately. Poor Mr. Swartz! And so they murdered him! I am sorry for him.”
Mohun’s glance became more penetrating.