“For a time. I traced out the ownership of the ring. I did it with the utmost secrecy. But a short time ago I half believed that one of them was the guilty person, but I am undeceived now.”
A haughty smile came to the girl’s lips.
She made an impatient gesture and then said:
“Let us dismiss these things. We can come back to them, you know. You said a while ago that father was dead.”
“He is.”
“Where is he?”
“In one of the many houses he owned.”
“I thought he would take his life in his madness. He would have given his wealth for the keeping of the secret of the kinship. How did he do it?”
For a moment Carter was silent.
“It was not suicide,” said he, looking at Opal. “It was the greater crime—murder!”