"Yes."
"Then, it's all right. It's a woman's unreasonable whim," said Sharpley, apparently relieved by this explanation.
"That may be; but it is equally inconvenient. She won't believe your testimony, and will still insist that Frank is alive."
A new suspicion entered Sharpley's mind—this time, a suspicion of the good faith of his confederate, of whom, truth to tell, he had very little reason to form a good opinion.
"Look here, Craven," he said, his countenance changing. "I believe you are at the bottom of this."
"At the bottom of what?" exclaimed Mr. Craven, in genuine astonishment.
"I believe you've put your wife up to this."
"What should I do that for? Why should I bite my own nose off—in other words frustrate my own plans?"
"I am not sure that you would," returned Sharpley, suspiciously.