“Well, he had a secret,” exclaimed Raife, looking at him, searchingly.
“How do you know?”
“He told Edgson, the butler, before he died.”
“Told his servant his secret!” echoed the lawyer, knitting his brows.
“No. He told him something—not all.”
“What did he tell him?” asked Mr Kellaway, in quick eagerness.
“My father said he wished that he had been frank with me, and revealed the truth.”
“Of what?”
“Of his secret. He left me a message, urging me to beware of the trap. Of what nature is the pitfall?” asked the young man. “You, his friend, must know.”
“I regret, but I know absolutely nothing,” declared the solicitor, frankly. “This is all news to me. What do you think was the nature of the secret? Is it concerning money matters?”