"He equivocates," thought Constance; aloud she said,
"And I need not fear to trust my business in his hands?"
"You need not fear," he replied, with odd emphasis. "And now," he continued, "time presses; you received your package, Miss Wardour?"
Constance felt uneasy, this man seemed to find out everything; did he know of what she had accused Doctor Heath?
"I received it an hour ago," she replied.
"Miss Wardour," asked he, fixing his eyes upon her face, "have you any suspicion as to who these robbers were?"
For a moment Constance seemed half paralyzed with fright; then she answered firmly,
"No, sir; not the shadow of a suspicion; but—you have."
"If I have, it is not more than a shadow—at present. Now, may I ask you some questions, not just to the point but which, for my own reasons, I wish answered."
She nodded assent.