"Your father being the Marquess of Sutcombe, you are, of course, Lord Heyton." Derrick sank on to a chair, still holding his father's hand; and he was silent for a moment or two; then he looked up.
"This charge ?" he said, almost in a whisper.

"You--both of you--know that I am innocent ?" Mr.Jacobs nodded, and the father's hand closed tightly on his son's.
"Then," said Derrick hoarsely, "who--who is guilty ?" "Ah!" said Mr.Jacobs, with a shake of the head, his eyes fixed on the carpet.

"Very difficult to say.

I'm afraid it will turn out to be one of those undiscovered crimes with which the newspapers are always taunting poor Scotland Yard." He rose as he spoke, and reached for his hat.

"Now I'll leave you two gentlemen together.