"Yes; she was the woman who loved him so passionately," replied Trendall—"Enid Orlebar."
"Then you really suspect her?" asked Fetherston breathlessly.
"Only as far as certain facts are concerned; and that since Harry's death she has been unceasingly interested in the career of the man Barker."
"Are you quite certain of this?" gasped Fetherston.
"Quite; it is proved beyond the shadow of a doubt."
"Then Enid Orlebar killed him?"
"That if she actually did not kill him with her own hand, she at least knew well who did," was the other's cold, hard reply. "She killed him for two reasons; first, because by poor Harry's death she prevented the exposure of some great secret!"
Walter Fetherston made no reply.
Those inquiries, instituted by Scotland Yard, had resulted in exactly the same theory as his own independent efforts—that Harry Bellairs had been secretly done to death by the woman, who, upon her own admission to him, had been summoned to the young officer's side.