“Why didn’t you silence him?”
“I hardly know. But we’ll fix him later on.”
“Did he know you?”
“Yes.”
“What gave you away?”
“One of my old cards. I lost it in the den.”
“Oh, you’ve been back there, eh?”
“Yes. I went back to give the old place another inspection. I sounded the walls and inspected the floor, but I couldn’t find the papers.”
“Then they don’t exist.”
“I’m beginning to think that way myself. But the old hag certainly knew the truth, and don’t you think she made out just such papers intending to leave them some day to the girl or to the street rat?”