“I can’t say that I do, for I know nothing about it. I shall therefore accept the legal theory, which regards every man innocent until the contrary is established by competent proof.”
“It would require a pile of evidence as high as Pike’s Peak to make me believe that Ingomar is a murderer.”
“So it would to convince me.”
“What have you discovered about the mysterious lady in the black domino?”
“Ah, my spy has met her match there! With all her cleverness, the black domino is too much for her. One circumstance, however, has been brought to the surface; the black domino is shadowing Ingomar too, and the strangest thing about it is, that she is not in any manner working with the seedy men—it’s a separate game.”
“Goodness gracious! what on earth can it all mean?”
“I’m sure I don’t know; I wish I did.”
“Perhaps she is the wife of the murdered man; or she may be his sister, or his sweetheart, who is watching him.”
“Can’t say as to that; but it is certain that she is shadowing him. One circumstance connected with her, however, tends to prove your theory about it. The lady in the black domino seems to be unusually melancholy all the time—has often been seen weeping, and never speaks to any one. That goes to prove that she has lost a dear friend or relative; and it may be, as you say, that she was related to the man who was murdered.”
“The truth is, I can’t stand this suspense much longer; I shall die of mere curiosity if things don’t change soon.”