Mr.Capella became very strange and gloomy in his manner.

At last Nellie told me that the wretched man had dared to utter words of love to her, hinting that his wife could not live long, and that he would come in for her fortune.

Now, as my poor girl has been the most faithful soul that ever lived, never for an instant doubting that some day the cloud would lift from Davie, you may imagine what a shock this was to her." "Mrs.Eastham," said Brett, suddenly switching the conversation away from the Italian's fantasy, "you are well acquainted with all the circumstances connected with Sir Alan's murder.

Have you formed any theory about the crime, its motive, or its possible author ?" "God forgive me if I do any man an injury, but in these last few days I have had my suspicions," she exclaimed.
"Tell me your reasons." "It arose out of a chance remark by Nellie.

She was discussing with me her inexplicable antipathy to Mr.Capella, even during the time when they were outwardly good friends.