You have told me frankly all you suspect, and doubtless you have reasons.

You have simply made a mistake, that is all.
Percival Coolidge was not murdered; he killed himself because he had muddled my affairs, and knew he was about to be discovered.

You have got upon a wrong trail.

Will you accept my word for this, and drop the whole matter here ?" West was almost convinced, but not quite; the explanation had not been sufficiently explicit.
"This man Hobart--who is he?
What connection does he have with your affairs ?" She hesitated slightly, yet her eyes did not fall, or her apparent cordiality change.
"Mr.Hobart," she explained, "I have known for years.

I told you before he was once in my father's employ.