“Of course I do, dear,” she said softly.
“Then why do you not tell who she was? At least let me clear up one point of the mystery.”
“Unfortunately I am not allowed to say anything. My father has forbidden it.”
“But what has your father to do with it? I know he has put the matter into the hands of ex-inspector Fuller. But why?”
“Father knows. I do not.”
“But he told me that much depended upon discovering her,” said her lover. “Why does he search when I know that she died in my arms?”
“You have never told him so. He wishes to obtain proof of whether she is dead, I think,” said the girl.
“Why?”
“That I cannot tell. He has his own motives, I suppose. I never dare ask him. It is a subject I cannot mention.”
“Why?”