“What of it? What was the object of his murdering her? It was so simple to bide your time and ransack her rooms the first chance you got,” he suggested.
“Evidently. But it looked as if other people were on the track of them.”
“Other people?”
“Yes. Early this morning, acting on my instructions, Leonard made inquiries about this Bridget Rousselin, for last night I noticed the bandeau she was wearing; and he reported that people were prowling about this house.”
“People? What people?” he said quickly.
“Emissaries of the Belmonte woman.”
“The woman who is mixed up in the business?” he asked.
“Yes. You find her everywhere.”
“Well, what of it? Was that a reason for murder?”
“He must have lost his head. And it was my fault for telling him that I must have the bandeau at any cost.”