“George?”
He leaned nearer.
“Have you ever thought that she might have been a suicide? That she stabbed herself?”
“No, for in that case a weapon would have been found.”
“And are you sure that none was?”
“Positive. Such a fact could not have been kept quiet. If a weapon had been picked up there would be no mystery, and no necessity for further police investigation.”
“And the detectives are still here?”
“I just saw one.”
“George?”
Again his head came nearer.
“Have they searched the lobby? I believe she had a weapon.”
“Laura!”
“I know it sounds foolish, but the alternative is so improbable. A family like that cannot be leagued together in a conspiracy to hide the truth concerning a matter so serious. To be sure, they may all be short-sighted, or so little given to observation that they didn’t see what passed before their eyes. The boys look wide-awake enough, but who can tell? I would sooner believe that—”
I stopped short so suddenly that George looked startled. My attention had been caught by something new I saw in the mirror upon which my attention was fixed. A man was looking in from the corridor behind, at the four persons we were just discussing. He was watching them intently, and I thought I knew his face.
“What kind of a looking person was the man who took you outside last night?” I inquired of George, with my eyes still on this furtive watcher.
“A fellow to make you laugh. A perfect character, Laura; hideously homely but agreeable enough. I took quite
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