“I have a suspicion!” he exclaimed, abruptly.
“What is it?”
“Floy is hidden at Suicide Place,” he said, with an evil gleam in his deep-set, dark eyes.
“Do you think so? But Floy told Mrs. Banks before she went away that she had seen something terrible there, and would never cross the threshold again.”
“No matter; I believe she is in hiding there. It is so simple a solution of the mystery that I wonder it did not occur to me before. Yes, she is surely at Suicide Place, and I shall entrap her to-night!” he exclaimed, with triumphant malice.
“But, Otho, are you not afraid to venture into that fatal house?”
“Not in the least. I prize my life too highly ever to commit suicide, I assure you. I am strong-minded, practical. The grim influence of the place will not affect me.”
“I am glad that you think so, and I hope that you prosper in your undertaking to-night.”
“Thank you, sis, I can not foresee any possible failure this time. She will be entirely at my mercy, with no Beresford to interfere.”
They were both silent for a time, ashamed to discuss their wicked plans, then Maybelle drew a deep breath, exclaiming: