"We hear of the mysteries that are solved, but there are many more that drop from the notice of the public because they remain mysteries forever."
"Is it not possible that there may be a woman connected with the mystery?" asked Olden with a sudden hardening of his voice.
Lyon smoked deliberately a moment.
"With nothing known and everything to guess, it is difficult to say of anything that it is not possible," he answered.
"Has Lawrence's name never been connected with a woman? Is there no gossip?"
"Of the sort you suggest, nothing, I believe." Lyon's voice was calm, If his feelings were not.
"Your Mr. Lawrence is a wonder," said Olden, drily. "I hope to meet him some day. Let us drink to his release and to the confusion of the Grand Jury. A man who can keep himself free from all feminine entanglements ought to get out of a little thing like an accusation for murder without any difficulty."
"You seem to have strong feelings on the subject," said Lyon. It occurred to him that all the drawing-out need not be on Olden's side. Olden smoked a minute in silence, and then asked abruptly,
"Do you believe that women as a class have any sense of truth?"
"Oh, they must have some!"