"That is quite true," she answered. "I have suspected it before, now I am assured of the fact. No one will rejoice more over it than will Clarence Stuart, himself."
"I do not understand you," he replied, in a puzzled tone.
Mrs. Leslie found that she had a confidence to make too. She told him Mr. Stuart's sorrowful story, and he in turn related the conversation he had heard the night before. Many things were made clear to both by the confidence thus reposed in each other.
"It is as I supposed," Guy Kenmore said. "Clarence Stuart and his wife were foully deceived and separated by the machinations of old Mr. Stuart."
"And the whole secret of it lies in the possession of Julius Revington, and the proud usurper of Elaine Brooke's name and rights," added Mrs. Leslie.
"More than that," said he, with a shudder, "the death of old Ronald Brooke lies between those two."
She was silent a few moments, gravely reviewing the case. It was a baffling one, she confessed to herself, with a sigh.
"What shall we do?" she asked him, at last. "Shall we take Mr. Stuart and Irene into our confidence?"
"Not yet," he replied, thoughtfully. "Let us deal with Julius Revington first. We must study out a plan to bring that villain to confession."