My wife attended to these details, of course.

I knew the girl was there, that is all." The Frenchman looked very dubious as Brenton said this, while the latter rather bridled up.
"You evidently do not believe me ?" he cried.
Once more the detective gave his customary gesture, and said-- "Ah, pardon me, you are entirely mistaken.

I have this to acquaint you with.

Jane Morton is the one who murdered you.

She did it, she says, partly for the sake of John, whoever he is, and partly out of revenge.
Now, of course, you are the only man who can give me information as to the motive.