"Why, no," she answered, too visibly surprised not to be telling the truth; "sure he didn't."
"What, not the slightest suspicion of our relations?" he persisted. "Think well,—Fargus who was suspicion itself! And he didn't at some time suspect either you or me!"
She reflected a moment, started to answer, and then shook her head.
"No, no, not once."
The hesitation was not lost on the lawyer, who continued:
"But did he seem much in love?"
"Why, he adored me!" she cried. She examined him curiously, noting again his restrained irritation, and asked, "What funny questions! Why do you ask them?"
"On account of a number of suspicious circumstances," he answered irritably. "Well, you know Fargus; he was not an ordinary man. However—"
He took up his documents, sifting them to count them. Then, at the moment when Sheila, preparing to listen, was off her guard, he launched the question he had held in reserve.