"Yes, it is all very strange."
"How on earth any one could have learned about that fortune is a mystery to me."
Here was an admission that made our hero almost start and utter an exclamation himself, and if the woman's remark meant what he had reason to believe it did, once again had he given proof of his wonderful acuteness.
"It is not more wonderful, mother, than the way we found it out."
Here was a second surprise for our hero. The baron had called the woman mother, and the woman, as our hero knew, was Mrs. Richards.
"Something must be done at once, Mrs. Richards."
"What can we do but wait? The girl is buried; they can never secure any evidence, and in case they do finally it will be too late."
"You know this detective?"
"I do."
"Very well, I must have time to think; I wish he were a gentleman."