She did not see the final act, and--gentlemen, I might as well speak the truth (I have nothing to gain by silence), she finds it as difficult as you do to believe that Mr.Adams struck himself.

I--I have tried with all my arts to impress the truth upon her, but oh, what can I hope from the world when the wife of my bosom--an angel, too, who loves me--oh, sirs, she can never be a witness for me; she is too conscientious, too true to her own convictions.

I should lose--she would die----" Mr.Gryce tried to stop him; he would not be stopped.
"Spare me, sirs! Spare my wife! Write me down guilty, anything you please, rather than force that young creature to speak----" Here the inspector cut short these appeals which were rending every heart present.

"Have you read the newspapers for the last few days ?" he asked.
"I?
Yes, yes, sir.

How could I help it?
Blood is blood; the man was my brother; I had left him dying--I was naturally anxious, naturally saw my own danger, and I read them, of course." "Then you know he was found with a large cross on his breast, a cross which was once on the wall.