You took an altogether wrong view of his--his death; a view which I hope you've seen fit to change after a night's reflection." "You mean about Robert committing suicide ?" Austin inclined his head.
"I haven't changed my opinion in the slightest degree," she retorted.

"I am still quite convinced that Robert did not commit suicide." Austin darted an angry glance at her, but controlled himself with a visible effort.

"Have you reflected what that implies ?" he asked in a low tone.
"What does it imply ?" "Murder." He breathed the word with a hurried glance around him, as though apprehensive of being overheard, but the lounge was empty, and they were quite alone.
"I am aware of that." "Then is it still your intention to go to the police with this terrible suspicion ?" he asked, in a voice that trembled with agitation.
It was on the tip of Mrs.Pendleton's tongue to reply that she had already been to the police, but she decided to withhold that piece of information until she had heard all that her brother had to say.
"Certainly," she replied.
"Then you must be mad," was his indignant rejoinder.

"Have you considered the scandal this will entail upon us all ?" "Not half such a scandal as that Robert should be murdered and his family permit the crime to go unpunished." "I do not think that you have given this matter sufficient consideration.
It is for that reason I have come to see you this morning--before you take action which you may have reason to regret later on.

I want you to think it over carefully, apart from a mere feminine prejudice against the possibility of a member of the family destroying himself.