“Very well, signore,” replied the man, “I will pay them all and get rid of them as soon as possible.”
“Yes, at once,” Kirk snapped, and the man went down the stairs.
“Well,” I asked, after he was out of hearing, “what do you intend doing now?”
“I never set out any line of action. In such a case as this any such method is folly,” he replied.
“But at least you will do something with the bodies of the victims? They must be buried,” I exclaimed, for the gruesomeness of it all was now preying upon me. This was the first time that I had ever been implicated in a murder mystery—and such a mystery!
“The disposal of the bodies is my own affair, Mr Holford,” he said quietly. “Leave that to me. As far as the world knows, Professor Greer and his daughter are away visiting.”
“But Lady Mellor! Is she not anxious regarding her niece’s whereabouts?”
“Lady Mellor is on the Riviera. Her house in Upper Brook Street is in charge of servants, therefore she is unaware that anything extraordinary has transpired.”
“Your only confidant is Antonio?”
“And your own self,” he added. “But have I not already impressed upon you, my dear friend, the absolute necessity of secrecy in this affair?”