and kill her husband. You saw
that your game was up if she were not silenced; therefore, without
further ado, you sent the poor woman to her last account."

"You lie!" the old man cried, his drawn face blanched to the lips.
"She fell in--accidentally."

"She did not. You threw her in," declared Ambler Jevons, firmly. "I
followed you there. I was witness of the scene between you; and,
although too far off to save poor Mrs. Courtenay, I was witness of
your crime!"

"You!" he gasped, glaring at my companion in fear, as though he
foresaw the horror of his punishment.

"Yes!" responded Jevons, in his dry, matter-of-fact voice, his sleepy
eyes brightening for a moment. "Since the day of the tragedy at Kew
until this afternoon I have never relinquished the inquiry. The Seven
Secrets I took one by one, and gradually penetrated them, at the same
time keeping always near you and watching your movements when you
least expected it. But enough--I never reveal my methods. Suffice it
to say that in this I have succeeded by sheer patience and
application. Every word of my allegation I am prepared to substantiate
in due course at the Old Bailey." Then, after a second's pause, he
looked straight at the culprit standing there, crushed and dumb before
him, and declared: "Sir Bernard Eyton, you are a murderer!"

With my love's hand held in mine I stood speechless at those
staggering revelations. I saw how Ethelwynn watched the contortions of
the old doctor's face with secret satisfaction, for he had ever been
her enemy, just as he had been mine. He had uttered those libellous
hints regarding her with a view to parting us, so as to give him
greater freedom to work his will with poor Mary. Then, when he had
feared that through my love I had obtained knowledge of his dastardly
offence, he had made an attempt upon my life by means of hired
ruffians. The woman who had been in his drawing-room at Hove on the
occasion of my visit was Mary, as I afterwards found out, and the
attractive young person in the Brighton train had also been a caller
at his house in connection with the attempt planned to be made upon
me.

"You--you intend to arrest me?" Sir Bernard gasped at last, with some
difficulty, his brow like ivory beneath the tight-drawn skin. A change
had come over him, and he was standing with his back to a bookcase,
swaying unsteadily as though he must fall.

"I certainly do," was Ambler Jevons' prompt response. "You have been
the mean