He began to pace the room. Lennard was, in truth, completely upset by this loss. "Of whom?" he presently jerked out. "Surely not of Leah!"
"Of Leah! Oh no!"
"I fancied you suspected her in the matter of the money. I feel sure she was innocent."
"So do I. Leah no more took the money than you or I did, Lennard. And what should she want with the will? If I made her a present of all the wills in the safe, she would only light her fires with them as useless lumber. Try again."
But he only shook his head. "I cannot catch your drift, sir."
"To all persons, two excepted, the will would be as useless as to Leah. One of those two is Sir Edmund; and he has it not: the other is Lady Clavering."
"But surely you cannot suspect her!" exclaimed Lennard. "You cannot suspect Lady Clavering!"
"To say that I suspect her would perhaps be too strong a word, Lennard. If my doubts rest upon her at all, it is because she is the only person who could have an interest in getting possession of the will; and she is the only stranger, as far as I can recollect, who has been alone in this room sufficiently long to take it from the safe."
Lennard was incredulous. "But she had not the key of the safe. She could not have opened it without it."
"I know—I see the improbabilities that encompass my doubts; but I can think of nothing else."