“Yes ...”
The girl had somewhat regained her self-possession. She dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief quickly as though ashamed of her weakness.
“Now,” said Humphries, clearing his throat, as though to indicate that the conversation had changed, “you and Lady Margaret Trevert knew Mr. Parrish pretty well, I believe, Miss Trevert. Have you any idea why he should have done this thing?”
Mary Trevert shook her dark head rather wearily.
“It is inconceivable to me ... to all of us,” she answered.
“Do you happen to know whether Mr. Parrish had any business worries?”
“He always had a great deal of business on hand and he has had a great deal to do lately over some big deal.”
“What was it, do you know?”
“He was raising fresh capital for Hornaway’s—that is the big engineering firm he controls ...”
“Do you know if he was pleased with the way things were shaping?”