You did not kill John Barkley." "And the reason for your suspicion ?" For fully half a minute the girl's eyes rested on, his own.

Again they seemed to be looking through him and into him.

"Because I know the man who DID kill him," she said quietly, "and it was not you." Kent made a mighty effort to appear calm.

He reached for a cigar from the box that Cardigan had placed on his bed, and nibbled the end of it.
"Has some one else been confessing ?" he asked.
She shook her head the slightest bit.
"Did you--er--see this other gentleman kill John Barkley ?" he insisted.
"No." "Then I must answer you as I have answered at least one other.

I killed John Barkley.