"They killed the woman, and believed they had also killed her
husband, eh?" he said bitterly through his teeth, and I saw that
his strong hands grasped the arms of his chair firmly. "And Martin
Woodroffe is engaged to Muriel Leithcourt. Are you certain of
this?"
"Yes; quite certain."
"And is there no suspicion as to who is the assassin of the
woman Santini and this mysterious man who posed as her
husband?"
"None whatever."
For some time Jack Durnford smoked in silence, and I could just
distinguish his white, hard face in the faint light, for it was now
late, and the big electric lamps had been turned out and we were in
semi-darkness.
"That fellow shall never marry Muriel," he declared in a fierce,
hoarse voice. "What you have just told me reveals the truth. Did
you meet Cha
