I met no one during the whole of the time." "No one ?" "No one." "You have no suspicion ?" "No suspicion." The boy relapsed from his eagerness into his heavy dreary indifference.
His lips were working.

Olva seemed to catch the words--"Why should it be I?
Why should it be I ?" Olva came over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Look here, old man, I don't know what's the matter with you, but it's plain enough that you've got this Carfax business on your nerves--drop it.

It does no good--it's the worst thing in the world to brood about.
Carfax is dead--if I could help you to find his murderer I would--but I can't." Craven's whole body was trembling under Olva's hand.

Olva moved back to his chair.
"Craven, listen to me.

You _must_ listen to me." Then, speaking very slowly he brought out-"I _have_ a right to speak to you--a great right.
I wish to marry your sister." Craven started up from his chair.
"No, no," he cried.