He and his father alone--besides myself--know in what a terribly tight corner he all but found himself.
"The young man did not reach home till nearly _five_ o'clock that morning.

His last train had gone; he had to walk, lost his way, and wandered about Hampstead for hours.

Think what his position would have been if the worthy confectioners of Percy Street had not seen Mrs.Owen 'wrapped up in a shawl, on her knees, doing the front steps.' "Moreover, Mr.Greenhill senior is a solicitor, who has a small office in John Street, Bedford Row.

The afternoon before her death Mrs.Owen had been to that office and had there made a will by which she left all her savings to young Arthur Greenhill, lithographer.

Had that will been in other than paternal hands, it would have been proved, in the natural course of such things, and one other link would have been added to the chain which nearly dragged Arthur Greenhill to the gallows--'the link of a very strong motive.' "Can you wonder that the young man turned livid, until such time as it was proved beyond a doubt that the murdered woman was alive hours after he had reached the safe shelter of his home?
"I saw you smile when I used the word 'murdered,'" continued the man in the corner, growing quite excited now that he was approaching the _denouement_ of his story.