I don't suspect him." "Then whom do you suspect ?" demanded Mallow.
"That I decline to say." "Will you decline to say it to the police ?" Mrs.Octagon stepped back a pace.

"Yes, I should," she faltered.
Cuthbert Mallow looked at her, wondering why she was so agitated, and Juliet stole her hand into his.

Then he addressed her seriously.
"Mrs.Octagon," he said, "your remark about my uncle leads me to think you suspect him." "No I don't.

But you can't marry Juliet on account of this crime." "Then you hear me," said Mallow, driven into a corner, "from this moment I devote myself to finding out who killed your unfortunate sister.

When the assassin is discovered you may consent to our marriage." But he spoke to empty air.