"I was connected with it, as you will remember. Sometimes I blame myself
for not remaining until her brother returned, and not giving that tramp
the opportunity he desired," said Bordine, in a solemn voice.
"So you think it was the tramp that committed the murder?"
The detective asked this question simply for the want of something
better. He was now pretty thoroughly convinced that the real assassin
walked at his side, and that it might be well to arrest him at once,
when, if necessary, sufficient evidence could be hunted up afterward.
"I am almost sure of it."
"What motive?"
"Robbery and revenge."
"Indeed."
"Yes. Poor Victoria!"
"See here, Mr. Bordine, what was that girl to you?" demanded the
detective, suddenly and sharply, laying his hand on the arm of his
companion.
A dark form dogging their steps--had not been seen by either.
"She was nothing to me, sir."
"A friend?"
"Certainly, and nothing more. If you knew her you will bear me out in the
statement that she was something of a coquette in her way."
"I know nothing about that."
"You hadn't met her in some years perhaps.
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