"
"I recognized her when I entered," observed Chick, who had taken a
chair near by.
Nick came back to business.
"Why are you so confident, Miss Page, that Boyden cannot have killed
Mary Barton?" he demanded.
"Because, sir, Harry Boyden is a gentle, brave and honest man, and
utterly incapable of committing such a crime," cried Violet, with much
feeling. "Besides, sir, he can have had no possible reason for wishing
her dead."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Absolutely!"
"What are your relations with Boyden?"
"We are lovers, sir," admitted Violet, with a tinge of red dispelling
the paleness of her pretty cheeks. "We expect to be married the coming
summer."
"Ah! I see," murmured Nick, thoughtfully. "How long have you been
acquainted with Boyden?"
"For ten years, sir."
"Then you have been able to form quite a reliable opinion of his
character."
"Indeed, sir, I have!" cried Violet, warmly. "Detective Carter, I know
that Harry Boyden is far above any dishonorable action. I would trust
him with my life."
Of the honesty of the girl herself Nick had not a doubt. It showed in
her eyes, sounded in her voice, and was pictured in her ever changing
expression. Nick was inclined to feel that her opinion of Boyden was
worthy of very serious consideration, despite that circumstances seemed
to implicate the young man in no less than two crimes.
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