“I love the child, and they know it. She will be another weapon in their hands. Besides, if I cannot, or will not reclaim her, there is the reward.”
Richard Stanhope leaned forward, and slightly lifted his right hand.
“Is there any one else who would be benefited by the death or disappearance of the child?” he asked.
Leslie started, and the hot blood rushed to her face.
“I—I don’t understand,” she faltered.
“Do you know the purport of your husband’s will.”
“Yes.”
“How does he dispose of his large property?”
“One third to me; the rest to little Daisy.”
“And his brother?”