“You evidently have overlooked one danger with which you are menaced,” Nick said sternly.[Pg 39]
Margate’s brows knit quickly.
“What is that?” he demanded.
“The murder of Doctor Thorpe.”
“Rot! That cuts no ice.”
“No?”
“You have dug into that in vain, Carter. You can make nothing of it. You could form no theory consistent with the circumstances. I have been sure of that from the first.”
Nick thought of this man’s mother, of her terrible secret, of the trust she had reposed in him, and he withheld the words that would have caused Margate’s evil heart to have sunk like lead. He said simply, yet impressively:
“I know more, Margate, than I did at first.”
“What do you imply by that?” snapped Margate suspiciously.