illustrate what he meant.

"Don't!" muttered Darcy in a strained voice.

"Don't what?" asked the physician sharply.

"Use the statue that way."

"Why not?"

"Well--er--I--we were going to buy it for our new home. But now--
Oh, I never want to see it in the house! I couldn't bear to look at
it--nor could she!"

"She? We? What do you mean?" asked Carroll quickly. "Say, do you
know something about this killing that you're keeping back from us?"

He took a step nearer Darcy--a threatening step it would seem, from the
fact that the jewelry worker drew back as if in alarm.

"No, I don't know anything," said Darcy in a low voice.

"Then what's this talk about the statue--not wanting it in the
house--_whose_ house?"

"The house I hope to live in with my wife--Miss Amy Mason," answered
Darcy, and he spoke in calm contrast to his former excitement, "We are
going to be married in the fall," he went on. "I had asked Mrs. Darcy
to set that statue aside for me. Miss Mason admired it, and I planned
to buy it. We had the place all picked out where it would stand.