Now, you say, after all this time he is fired with a sudden desire to behave handsomely to the daughter of his dead partner.

Fiddlesticks! I know Scarlett Trent, although he little knows who I am, and he isn't that sort of man at all.

He'd better have kept away from you altogether, for I fancy he's put his neck in the noose now! I do not want his money, but there is something I do want from Mr.
Scarlett Trent, and that is the whole knowledge of my father's death." Mr.Cuthbert sat down heavily in his chair.
"But, my dear young lady," he said, "you do not suspect Mr.Trent of--er--making away with your father!' "And why not?
According to his own showing they were alone together when he died.

What was to prevent it?
I want to know more about it, and I am going to, if I have to travel to the Gold Coast myself.

I will tell you frankly, Mr.Cuthbert--I suspect Mr.Scarlett Trent.