“Recently?”
“About a month ago.”
“You knew nothing of him prior to that?”
Rolfe hesitated. “Well, no,” he replied.
“He made pretence of being friendly with you.”
“Yes. But to tell you the truth I was somewhat suspicions of him. What do you know of him? Tell me.”
“I happen to be well acquainted with him,” the girl responded. “It is he who has arisen like one from the grave, and intends to avenge the wrong which he declares that Mr Statham had done him.”
“Recently?”
“No, years ago, when they were abroad together—and Mr Statham was still a poor man.”
Charlie Rolfe was silent. He knew Adams; he knew, too, that evil was intended. He had warned old Sam Statham, but the latter had not heeded. Adams had had the audacity to approach him in confidence, believing that he might be bought over. When he had discovered that the millionaire’s secretary was incorruptible, he openly declared his sinister intentions.