Chapter 18

“I don’t understand you,” said Miss Folsom stiffly. “Mr. Peters——” And then comprehension began to break upon her. Her face turned a queer mottled hue and her withered hands trembled. “Nicholas Peters . . . Nick Peters. . . . Good heavens! do you mean to tell me that this was the Nick Peters who was murdered!” “The same,” said Fin. Her reaction was not at all what he expected. “Oh, how I have been deceived!” she cried. “He was represented to me as a reputable business man. I addressed him in care of the Hanover Nat…