"Do you suspect any one in particular?" she asked, very earnestly, coming a step nearer.
I hardly knew what to say. Carr, I need hardly mention, I had never suspected for a moment; but Charles—Marston had evidently believed what Charles had said, but I am by nature more cautious and less credulous than Marston. Besides, I had not forgiven Charles yet for trying to incriminate Carr. Not knowing what to say, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.
"You do suspect some one, then?"
"My dear young lady," I replied, "when jewels are stolen, one naturally suspects some one has taken them."
"So I should imagine. Whom do you naturally suspect?"
I could not tell her that I more than suspected Charles.
"I know nothing for certain," I said.
"But you have a suspicion?"
"I have a suspicion."
She went to the door to see if it were shut, and then came back and said, in a whisper: