he conversation at the time. And so you have an idea that this is the way in which my poor friend met his death?" Ravenspur was speaking quietly and easily now. He had altogether regained control of himself save for an occasional twitching of his lips. He paced up
and down the room thoughtfully for some time, utterly unconscious of Dallas' sharp scrutiny. "I suppose there is nothing more you have to tell me?" he said at length. "This is evidently going to be one of those crimes which thrill a whole community for a week, and then are never heard of again. Still, if there is anythiout great care.