Why do you say this to me ?" "Because," said T.X.slowly, "on the night you disappeared from Cadogan Square, Remington Kara was murdered." "Murdered," she gasped.
He nodded.
"He was stabbed to the heart by some person or persons unknown." T.X.took his hand from his pocket and pulled something out which was wrapped in tissue paper.

This he carefully removed and the girl watched with fascinated gaze, and with an awful sense of apprehension.

Presently the object was revealed.

It was a pair of scissors with the handle wrapped about with a small handkerchief dappled with brown stains.

She took a step backward, raising her hands to her cheeks.
"My scissors," she said huskily; "you won't think--" She stared up at him, fear and indignation struggling for mastery.
"I don't think you committed the murder," he smiled; "if that's what you mean to ask me, but if anybody else found those scissors and had identified this handkerchief you would have been in rather a fix, my young friend." She looked at the scissors and shuddered.
"I did kill something," she said in a low voice, "an awful dog...