cousin was getting a trifle deaf."

"And after the quarrel you went to bed?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't see your cousin again until--when?" and Carroll looked
Darcy straight in the eyes.

"Not until after she was--dead."

"Um! I guess that's all now."

They let the young man go, back to his room in police headquarters. It
was not a cell--yet, though it would seem likely to come to that, for
Thong observed to his partner as they went downstairs:

"Well, there's a motive all right."

"Three, if you like. But none of 'em hardly strong enough for murder."

"Oh, I don't know. I hear he has quite a temper--different from Harry
King's, but enough, especially if he got riled about the old lady
talking against his girl. You never can tell."

"No, that's so."

Left alone, James Darcy threw himself into a chair and looked blankly
at the dull-painted wall.