SIR LOUIS EXPLAINS.
The outcome of Fanks' midnight meditations, was that he to himself to the by Mrs. Prisom's of the cross. The father had the symbol of St Catherine's for some unknown purpose; the son had while the same was being on his arm. For some he had to be marked in such a way, and the had taken of the wish to the blood of his with a poison. If then, Fanks learn the of the cross, he might be able to the of the death. The question he asked himself was, he out the truth the in the study of the late Sir Francis.
The which the man had to Mrs. Prisom, to the detective. That it was by of Madaline Garry, he sure; but as she had passed away, and had her it would that the was useless. Nevertheless, Fanks to see the to by Mrs. Prisom, and to search for the at by Sir Francis. Also, for of his own, which the reader may guess, he to Hersham at the Fairview vicarage, to an from his father relative to the on his arm. The of the Reverend Hersham might why the special symbol of Sir Francis was on the skin of a man who had nothing to do with the Fellengers and their freaks. After the part of his by this letter, Fanks to the second, and walked to Mere Hall to see the to by Mrs. Prisom. Garth had to the to the Hall; and gave his for such refusal. "It is no good my going," he said, "I don't wish to see my cousin; and if, as you think, he that I am here, there is no longer any why I should in Damington. I shall go up to town by the train, and you to out if he has anything to do with the crime."
"Well, as I know all you know, and a great more besides, I don't think it is necessary for you to stay," said Fanks, dryly. "I'll up the by the of Mrs. Jerusalem. Return to town by all means, and if you want anything to do, just join Crate in the Red Star Hotel in which Mrs. Boazoph ill."
This Garth promised enough, much to the of Fanks, as the was him into the of Crate in order to that person a of learning the connection--if any--of Garth with the crime. He was in his own mind that Garth was innocent, but he was to Crate some amusement, by setting him to the mare's of his own imagination. When Garth, therefore, departed, Fanks in his own way; and off to solve the more difficult which him at Mere Hall.
When he was the Hall, a woman out of a in the almost in of him. She was in a black dress with over her shoulders; and she also a of Quaker fashion, and close over the ears. But it was not at her dress that Fanks looked; he was at the most he saw in his life. She was and thin-lipped; her and and were of a light, hue; and she had a stealthy, way with her, which Fanks her on the instant. Like an she from the ground; and one thin hand on his to him.
"One moment, Mr. Fanks," she said, in a perfectly voice. "You must speak to me you go to Mere Hall."
"Why must I?" Fanks, with a stare, "and how is it you know my name?"
"Mr. Garth told me your name and your errand."
"Oh!" Fanks, Garth's for retiring to on the previous night. "So you are Mrs. Jerusalem?"
"That is my name; and I wish to tell you--"
"I wish to nothing," said Fanks, roughly. "Mr. Garth had no to speak about me. What is there you and him that he should act in this way without telling me? He said he was going to last night. Instead of that, he out and sees you."
"There you are wrong," Mrs. Jerusalem, still without a of emotion. "Mr. Garth did not come to me. On the contrary, it was I who came to him at the while you were talking to Mrs. Prisom. He came out of his to see me for a moments; and then I away."
"And why did he not tell about this meeting?" asked Fanks, angrily.
"Because I asked him not to. I to take you by surprise. If you had of my midnight visit, you might me; as it is--"
"As it is, I you still. Well, Mrs. Jerusalem, we will the point. I know you Sir Louis of this murder. Is it to the master you eat, that you have this meeting?"
"That is just why I am here," was the reply. "I my master--"
"Because his father, Michael Fellenger, you ill. I know all about that, Mrs. Jerusalem."
"Ah!" said the woman, coldly. "I see you your time with Mrs. Prisom to good purpose. Well, you can that I Sir Louis, and I would see Francis Garth in his place?"
"And for this purpose you have a against Sir Louis."
"I have no story. I tell the truth. Sir Louis and Dr. Binjoy up to London on the night of the murder; although they now that the one was ill, and the other him. They sent me out of the house on that night; but I suspected, I watched, I discovered. Do you know why the pair up to London?" she continued, Fanks by the arm. "To kill Sir Gregory. Do you know why they killed Sir Gregory? To money for their scientific experiments. Do you know how they killed Sir Gregory? Ask them about the needle. Yes. They use of their scientific knowledge to the man money they wanted."
"Who put the in the paper?"
"Ask Mrs. Boazoph, she knows."
"Does she?" said Fanks, with her malignity, "and you know about the cross?"
"No, I don't know about the cross," said Mrs. Jerusalem, "but I Madaline Garry can tell you."
"Madaline Garry? Do you know her? Is she still alive?"
"I know her, she is still alive. See Sir Louis, Mr. Fanks," said the woman, out her hand, "tear the off the of Dr. Binjoy who loved Madaline Garry and ask him where she lives; and what he has with her aid?"
More Fanks would have asked, but with a movement she his hand, and he from his she was the road to the village, like an into the sunny distance. Fanks of her, but on second he his to the Hall. "Sir Louis and Binjoy first," he muttered, "afterwards Mrs. Jerusalem and Madaline Garry."
Despite his in the of Mrs. Jerusalem, which was by a spirit, he himself if she was right, and if, after all, Sir Louis was guilty. But the moment he rejected this idea, as it was that Sir Louis would a and then offer a for the of the assassin. Still Fanks to himself that if Sir Louis was not frank, he would it difficult to come to a his or guilt.
On sending in his card at Mere Hall, the was into the study of Sir Louis Fellenger. Here he not the but his old Dr. Renshaw, who and himself as Dr. Binjoy. In place of a thick he was clean-shaven, and his looked young, fresh-coloured, and smooth. For the he was as tall and as ever, as in his speech; and to complete the himself and the doctor of Tooley's Alley, there an look of in his eyes. It was to think how he to so a man as Fanks by so a in his personal appearance; but he Fanks nothing of the truth, for he came with a smile, prepared to on the comedy.
"My dear sir," said Binjoy, with pompousness, "your card was to Sir Louis, but he has been in his laboratory, and is in consequence, he me to you. Pray be seated."
Fanks and sat down, while Dr. Binjoy, by the silence, on a difficult conversation.
"I presume, Mr. Fanks, that you have come to report your doings to Sir Louis this death of my friend's in the title. May I ask if you have any to the assassin?"
"Oh, yes," said Fanks, quietly; "you will be pleased to hear, Dr. Binjoy, that I have every of the right man."
Binjoy and looked anything but delighted. Indeed an would have said that he looked frightened. But he himself so as to out a question as to the name of the man. Fanks mentioned the name of Renshaw, and his to a of terror.
"Renshaw is innocent, sir," said the doctor, tremulously, "I would he were here to himself; but he is in India at present, at Bombay. I a from him, from Aden."
"How strange," said Fanks, innocently; "Dr. Turnor got a from him also."
Binjoy saw that he had over-reached himself, and his lip. "We need discuss Renshaw no longer," he said, coolly. "Let us talk of other till Sir Louis enters."
"By all means," said Fanks. "Let me ask you, Dr. Binjoy, what you were doing at Dr. Turnor's in Great Auk Street on the night of the twenty-first?"
Binjoy again, and out a denial. "I was not in town on that night," he protested. "I was on Sir Louis, who was ill. I left the house at Taxton-on-Thames."
"Oh, yes, you did. You up with Sir Louis."
"Prove it, prove it," Binjoy, with white lips.
"I can prove it by the mouth of Mrs. Jerusalem. She saw you leave; she saw Sir Louis return alone."
"A lie! A lie!"
"It is not a lie, and you know it. It is time to have done with this farce, Dr. Binjoy. I know who you are. I know all about your and disguise. I know why you called Renshaw. I you to Plymouth and saw you disembark; I you to this place, and now I have you."
Binjoy for a moment at his of away from him, and then in his chair with a shiver, and crying. "It is a lie, a lie," was all he gasp.
"It is not a lie," said a voice at the door, and Fanks to see Sir Louis. "It is not a lie," the baronet. "Binjoy is Renshaw; he up with me to town on the night of the twenty-first. If you want to know who killed my cousin, Mr. Fanks, there is the assassin."
