"Does it strike you that he is anxious about anything?"
The young man looked surprised.
"No; that is, I mean, he appears to me in excellent spirits. Perhaps, sir, I do not quite apprehend you?"
"Not unlikely," said the old gentleman. "He does not question you?"
"No, sir."
"Yet he suspects me, and I think suspects you," observed M. Varbarriere.
The young man looked pained, but said nothing.
"That room where poor Lady Marlowe was—was so shocked—the green chamber—it is connected with the misfortunes of your family."
"How, sir?"
"Those papers you have heard my lawyer mention as having been lost at Dubois' Hotel in London, by your grandfather, it is my belief were lost in this house and in that room."