"In my present nervous condition, Detective Carter, the sight of the real casket, after so horrible a dream, was more than I could sustain. Fairly before I knew it, I had fainted."
"A curious dream and a startling sequence," said Nick. "Evidently coming events have been casting their shadows before. I am sorry to have shocked you so severely."
"Pray don't speak of it, Mr. Carter," protested Violet. "I am now quite recovered."
"Then we will at once proceed to business again," said Nick. "Am I to infer, Miss Page, that you know nothing at all about this casket?"
"Absolutely nothing, sir," declared Violet.
"Have you ever heard your maid, Mary Barton, speak of possessing such a jewel box?"
"Never, sir."
"Nevertheless," said Nick, pointedly, "this casket was found beside her dead body in Central Park this afternoon."
A half-suppressed cry broke from Violet upon hearing this.
"Oh, sir, then that must have been the package mentioned by Harry Boyden," she cried, excitedly.