“I have so many hurry calls that I always tell Mrs. Brisbane where I am to be found when I dine out,” explained Dick, tearing open his note. “Hello! the Attorney General wants to see me on ‘most important business’ to-night, if possible. I wonder what has turned up? Will you excuse me, Chester, if I hurry along?”
“Sure. It looks as if things might be getting exciting. I wonder if Trevor hasn’t some clew; some person in mind whom he suspects?”
“He swears he hasn’t.”
“Could it be that Mrs. Trevor overheard his interview with the Frenchwoman, became alarmed at the prospect of discovery as a card cheat and committed suicide?”
“That’s what de Morny suggested yesterday. By gracious! I wonder if he knew she cheated at cards?”
“If he played much with her, he may have discovered it,” answered Long, dryly. “Who is this Count?”
“One of the attachés of the French Embassy,” explained Dick, struggling into his overcoat. “He and Mrs. Trevor did play often together, for I have seen them. Can’t afford to play auction myself, but I drop in for supper at many of the card parties.”
“There is the same objection to the theory of suicide as to that of accidental death—how did her body get into the safe?”
“Trevor might have placed her there, if he knew she killed herself, to conceal the fact and make people think it a murder. Otherwise she could not have been buried in consecrated ground. They are Roman Catholics, you know.”
“He told you that he had forgotten the combination, and couldn’t open the safe.”