Violet flushed angrily. “Some one is untrue!” she cried out.
“I fear that that is so,” murmured Van Hupfeldt, dropping his eyes from her crimsoned face.
There was silence then for a while.
“With what object did this Harcourt come to you yesterday, Violet?” asked Van Hupfeldt.
“He wished to obtain my mother’s authorization for him to spend one hundred pounds in buying the certificates from Miss L’Estrange’s servant.”
“Ah, that was what he said was his object. But his real object was slightly different, I’m afraid. I know this man, you see. He is poor, and not honest.”
“Not honest?”
“No, not honest.”
“You say such a thing?”