CHAPTER XVIII.
DISCLOSES THE TRAP.
The woman's words held me speechless.
She seemed so cold, so determined, so certain of her facts that I felt, when I came to consider what I already had proved, that she was actually telling me the ghastly truth.
And yet I loved Phrida. No. I refused to allow my suspicions to be increased by this woman who had approached the police openly and asked for payment for her information.
She was Phrida's enemy. Therefore it was my duty to treat her as such, and in a moment I had decided upon my course of action.
"So I am to take it that both Digby and yourself are antagonistic towards Phrida Shand?" I exclaimed, leaning against the round mahogany table and facing her.
She did not speak for a few seconds, then, springing to her feet, exclaimed:
"Would you excuse me for a few seconds? I forgot to give an order to my servant who is just going out."
And she bustled from the room, leaving me alone with my own confused thoughts.