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Rh struggle; especially as now, for the first time, I believe you. I have no doubt that, at the present moment, you feel much more like killing me than you ever felt like killing Edwin Lawrence. No, Mr. Ferguson, I've an inkling of what you're driving at, and I'm not sure that, policeman though I am, in a sort of a way I don't admire you. But you're no hand at a game like this. You're no fictionist, it's not your line; your plots don't dovetail. We still have to find out how these stains came upon the lady's cloak."

"Aren't you—aren't you going to arrest me?"

"I am not, at present. Perhaps, when you are in the witness-box, you may succeed in inducing the judge to order your arrest; but, in that case, I'm afraid that it will be for perjury. Come along. Gray. If I were you, Mr. Ferguson, I'd let things take their course; they will, however you may try to stop them. If the lady is innocent, it will be made plain; if she is not, that also will be made plain; and, you may take my word for it, that it's just as well for every one concerned that it should be."

The Inspector went out of the room with the cloak rolled up under his arm—I making no sort of effort to prevent him. The truth is that I was conscious that I had succeeded in making