But what is the use of speculating?
The secret must ever remain hidden in the cave where the skeletons still lie." Musard stopped abruptly, and sat staring straight in front of him.

His strange eyes had a fixed look, as if gazing into the distance.

His brown hand rested lightly on the white tablecloth, and the great ruby on his little finger gleamed fitfully in the light.
"You haven't told us all the story yet," said Phil Heredith quietly.
The other looked doubtfully at the ring of intent faces regarding him.
"I left that part untold for a good reason," he admitted.

"It is--well, I thought it a little bit too horrible to relate." "Oh, do tell us," said the lady journalist enthusiastically.

"We are all dying to hear it.