"Now tell me your suspicions," said Merle, looking at the beautiful creature near the table.
"I suspect Riggs."
As the answer fell from her lips the man started, and then smiled.
"This morning you trusted him!" he cried.
"That is true, but one can change one's opinion."
"Yes, but——"
"Listen to me. Riggs is playing a double hand. I feel it. Didn't you notice while he talked last night that he avoided references to his life in America?"
"I did not."
"I showed him the treasure in order to stimulate him to stand by us, and he drank in the sight with eyes of greed."
"Which proves nothing," laughed Merle. "That treasure is enough to move the best of them."