This was what Stone had wanted, to get these two girls at variance; and he helped along by saying, "Were you, Miss Stuart?" "Certainly not!" cried Pauline. "You were!" Anita flung back. "Miss Carrington was talking to you! She said she wished her face was as beautiful as yours! To whom else could she have said that? Surely not to the Count! One doesn't call a man beautiful. And we all know that Miss Carrington admired your looks and lamented her own lack of beauty." "All that applies equally well to yourself," and Pauline gazed steadily at the blonde beauty of Anita. "Why wasn't all that speech addressed to your own attractive face, and you repeat it to incriminate me?" Here was an idea. Stone wondered if it could be that Anita was in the boudoir and to turn suspicion from herself tried to pretend she had heard Pauline in there. "And she said you were fond of pearls!" went on Pauline. "Your admiration for my aunt's pearls is an open secret!" It was. Often had Anita said how much she preferred the soft lustre of pearls to the dazzling sparkle of other gems. "And she left you ten thousand dollars in her will," continued Pauline, more as if thinking these things over aloud than as if accusing Anita of crime. "Wait, Miss Stuart," cried Stone; "what are you doing? Implying that Miss Frayne had anything to do with the tragedy?" "I am implying nothing. I am trying to see how far the accusations she makes against me will fit her own case. You remember she said my aunt proposed to leave my share of the fortune to some one else, but Carr's share must remain untouched. Well, to whom else could she think of giving my share, but to this scheming girl who tried her best to get my portion, but did not succeed?" Anita struggled to reply, but words would not come. So furious that she could not articulate, she gurgled hysterically, when into the room came Haviland and Hardy. Both looked exceedingly grave, and Gray went at once to Pauline and put his hand kindly on her shoulder. Then he suddenly caught sight of Anita and her evident distress, and leaving Pauline he went over to the other and put his arms gently round her. "What is it, Anita?" he said. "What has upset you so?" "Pauline!" was all Anita could say, when she was interrupted by Hardy. "Let me speak first," he said, for he saw there was dissension between the two girls. "I have made a discovery. At Mr. Stone's directions I have been investigating shops where the paper snake might have been bought, and I have learned that one was bought at Vantine's recently by Miss Stuart." "Ah," said Fleming Stone gravely, "did you buy one, Miss Stuart?" Pauline hesitated. She was white as chalk, and her lips quivered.