was a year ago. You insisted that they should go, Peter,
because relatives should be friendly. I consented, as I heard
from Mr. Hale that Selina was rich, and fancied she might
leave her money to my children. Juliet has called several
times--"

"More than that," interrupted Juliet in her turn, "both Basil
and I have called nearly every month. We sometimes went and
did not tell you, mother, as you seemed so annoyed that we
should visit her."

"I consented only that you might retain her goodwill and get
what money she might leave," said Mrs. Octagon obstinately.
"There is nothing in common between Selina and me."

"There was nothing in common," put in Octagon softly.

"I know she is dead. You need not remind me of that
unpleasant fact, sir. And her death is worthy of her strange,
and I fear not altogether reputable life."

"Oh, mother, how can you? Aunt Selina was the most particular--"

"There--there," said her mother who was much agitated, "I
know more than you do. And between ourselves, I believe I
know who killed her. Yes! You may look. And this death,
Juliet, ends your engagement with Cuthbert."