"I have many channels from which to gather my information," said Nick, coolly. "But you have not answered my question. When did you see her last?"
"The evening before my father died."
"Was she in the house after Dr. Lord went away?"
"In the name of goodness, what have you learned?" asked Rogers, in apparent terror.
"A good deal about your relations with her, my dear young sir," said Nick, who was narrowly watching the perturbation of his companion.
The young fellow’s eyes twitched nervously; he was trembling, Nick saw plainly.
He altered his tactics, and said:
"Look here, Mr. Rogers, you told me this morning that you would conceal nothing from me. Do you think you are treating me fairly?"
"Well," said the young fellow, who was crushed from amazement more than anything else, "I shall make a clean breast of it."