She flung herself terror-stricken on the bed, after her room door was bolted, and cried, 'Oh, why did I do it?
why did I do it?
I shall certainly be found out.
If Mrs.Brenton is acquitted, they will be after me next day.

I did it to make up to John what he had suffered, and yet if John knew it, he would never speak to me again.'" [Illustration: "Oh, why did I do it ?"] "Who is John ?" asked Speed.
"Ah, that," said the detective, "I do not know.

When we find out who John is, then we shall find the motive for the crime." "In that case, if I were you, I should try to find John as quickly as possible." "Yes, my dear sir, that is exactly what should be done, and my detective is now endeavouring to discover the identity of John.

He will possibly succeed in a few days.

But there is another way of finding out who John is, and perhaps in that you can help me." "What other way ?" "There is one man who undoubtedly knows who John is, and that is Mr.
Brenton.