"A conversation with Mrs. Henley."
"Oh, the woman, hey!" his tone again sarcastic. "Always the woman; more to be valued than great riches, aye! even than fine gold. Good Lord, Craig, don't be a wooden-headed fool. I tell you plainly Philip Henley was never married, and I know. This girl is a mere adventuress unworthy of any consideration."
"You claim still to be Henley?" I asked, stifling my indignation.
"Not only claim, but am. My identity is already firmly established in court. Lawyers have the final papers ready to file."
"You do not in any way resemble the photograph shown me of the man."
"A fake picture; we have known something of Neale's plans from the first."
The man was apparently so confident, that I began to doubt my own conclusions, and yet I could not doubt her. Whatever other falsehoods might compass me about, she was to be implicitly trusted.
"Is the woman on board?" I questioned.
He hesitated just an instant.
"Yes."