Stone smiled grimly. “Then we shall want proof of that.”
Without a word, Adele walked over to a small bureau and abstracting a paper from a drawer handed it over to him. He glanced through it frowningly, and then gave it back to her.
“Hum!” he remarked, looking rather nonplussed, “you did that on purpose!”
“Of course,” laughed Adele lightly. “People do not usually marry by accident, do they?” she spoke carelessly. “As a matter of fact, we did it because the fire at Dr. Athol's house had made it uninhabitable, and he was coming to stay here. So, once married, we could get rid of that Miss Carrington, who was spreading so many untruthful reports about him.”
“How do you know she was?” snapped the Inspector.
Adele shrugged her shoulders. “Well, she approached both Mr. Larose and you and g
