Clyne told it to him in a roundabout way.
"Do you know anything against Signor Ferruci ?" he asked, when the first greetings were over.
"Very little, and that bad," replied Denzil shortly.
"Do you refer to the horrible death of my son-in-law ?" "Yes, I do, Mr.Clyne.I believe Ferruci had a hand in it, and if you bring him here I'll tell him so." "Can you prove it ?" asked Clyne eagerly.
"No.

As yet, Ferruci has proved that he was not in Geneva Square on the night of the crime--or rather," added Lucian, correcting himself, "at the hour when the murder was committed." Clyne's face fell.

"I wish you could discover if he is guilty or not," he said.

"I am anxious to know the truth." "Why ?" asked Lucian bluntly.
"Because if he is guilty, I don't want my daughter to marry a murderer." "What! Is Mrs.Vrain going to marry him ?" "Yes," said the little man disconsolately, "and I wish she wasn't." "So do I--for her own sake.

I thought she did not like him.