"Men have thrown worlds away before now to win a woman's love," went on Miss Metoaca so rapidly that her words tumbled over each other. "God knows, I don't want to turn suspicion against an innocent man; but do you not think it possible that Major Goddard...?"
"Killed his friend and secured the paper," finished Warren, as she hesitated. "Possible, but not probable."
"Why not?" demanded Miss Metoaca heatedly. "It is more probable than that Nancy should have committed the murder."
"Men have done many mad deeds for love," pursued Warren, paying no attention to her interruption, "but they cannot accomplish the impossible. You think Goddard stepped into that bedroom, chloroformed Lloyd, and then stole the wallet containing that despatch?"
Miss Metoaca nodded her head without speaking.
"How could a blind man do all that and not overturn one thing in the room?" asked Warren quietly.
CHAPTER XIX
GROPING IN THE DARK
"How do you know he didn't?" snapped Miss Metoaca, sticking to her theory with grim determination.