She repented, as she said, and yet I dare say--as she
also said--she was sorry that she acted on her impulse. If she
had not been stabbed by that damned Cockatoo, she would no doubt
have destroyed that confession. I expect she wrote that also on
the impulse of the moment."
"She confessed as much," said Hope, leaning his head on his hand
and staring into the fire. "She must have been cognizant of the
truth all along. I wonder if she was an accessory before or
after the fact?"
"What I wonder," said Random, after a moment's thought, "is,
what Braddock has to do with the matter?"
Hope raised his head in surprise.
"Why, nothing. Mrs. Jasher did not say a word against Braddock."
"I know that. All the same, Cockatoo was completely under the
thumb of the Professor, and probably was instructed by him to
strangle Bolton."
"That is impossible," cried the artist, much agitated. "Think of
what you are saying, Random. What a terrible thing it would be
for Lucy if the Professor were guilty in such a way as you
suggest!"
"Really, I fail to see that. Miss Kendal is no relation to
Braddock save by marriage. His iniquities have nothing to do
with her, or with you."
"But it's impossible, I tell you, Random.
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