And I've kept my eyes open, of course. It wasn't
hard to twig you did a bit on the cross yourself. Well, that's your
affair, but one thing I do want to know--how much does Miss Cayley
know?"
For all his efforts he could not keep his anxiety entirely out of
his voice as he said this, and recognizing that thereby he had
perhaps risked rousing some suspicion in the other's mind, he added:
"And her mother--the young lady and her mother, how much do they
know?"
"Oh," answered Deede Dawson, with his false laugh and cold-watchful
eyes. "My wife knows nothing at all, but Ella's the best helper
I've ever had. She looks so innocent, she can take in any one, and
she never gives the show away, she acts all the time. A wonderful
girl and useful--you'd hardly believe how useful."
Dunn did not answer. It was only by a supreme effort that he kept
his hands from Deede Dawson's throat. He did not believe a word of
what the other said, for he knew well the utter falseness of the man.
None the less, the accusation troubled him and chilled him to the
heart, as though with the touch of the finger of death.
"You remember that packing-case," Deede Dawson added. "The one you
helped me to get away from here the night you came. Well, she knew
what was in it, though you would never have thought so, to look at
her, would you?"
His cold eyes were very intent and keen as he said this, and Dunn
thought to himself that it had been said more to test any possible
knowledge or suspicion of his own than for any other reason.
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