She is queer--eccentric--melancholy; she envelopes the people she victimises with a kind of moral poison; but you can't _prove_--so far, at least--that she is dangerous to herself or others.

The evidence always falls short.' He paused; then added with cautious emphasis: 'I don't speak without book.

It has been tried.' 'But the attempt at Venice ?' 'No good.

The maid's letter convinced me of two things--first, that she had attempted her life, and next, that there is no proof of it.' Eleanor bent forward.
'And the suitor--the man ?' 'Dalgetty tells me there have been two interviews.

The first at Venice--probably connected with the attempt we know of.