"Only one creature in the world knows of my feelings in that direction, and only one creature in the world would be capable of that threat--Margot! But what interest could she or any of her tribe have in the death of Lady Chepstow's little son?
Her game is always money.

If she were after a ransom she would try to abduct the child, not to kill him, and if"-- A sudden thought came and wrenched away his voice.
He sat a moment twisting his fingers one through the other and frowning at the floor; then, of a sudden, he gave a cry and jumped to his feet.
"Five lacs of rupees--a fortune! By George, I've got it!" he fairly shouted.

"The wild guess was a correct one, I'll stake my life.

Let's put it to the test.".