o Lady Eileen Meredith for money. There
seemed a chance that, in your desperate state, you might do so again. I
went to Berkeley Square. Lady Eileen had gone out. I got into her
sitting-room on pretext of waiting for her. On the fire were fragments
of a note from you, and I was able to make clear several words.

"That made me determined to examine her desk. I found a cheque-book, but
the used counterfoils were not in her handwriting, nor did the amounts
and the people to whom they were payable seem those that would be found
in a personal cheque-book of hers. I searched the blotting-pad, and was
able to make out the words Burghley and L200. The assumption I drew from
that was startling enough, but it was still more startling to discover
on the blotting-pad a finger-print which, as far as my recollection
went, corresponded with those on the dagger.

"Up to that moment, the possibility that Lady Eileen might be the guilty
person had not occurred to me. But now a rearrangement of the
circumstances, apart from the finger-print, began to throw a new light
on the matter. It would explain much if you, Mr. Grell, were shielding
Lady Eileen.

"I could think of no motive, however, and resolved to hold the matter
over for the time being. Even if I had good cause for my suspicion, it
was still essential to find you. You obviously held the key to the
mystery.

"We found out that you had met Lady Eileen, and driven to Kingston--not
by shadowing, for our man failed there--but by getting hold of the
cabman who drove you. With the aid of the provincial police, we were
able to trace you to Dalehurst Grange. I feared that you might be on the
alert for any step taken by Mr. Green, and so acted by myself in getting
into the house.

"Your manner, when I confronted you, impressed me favourably. It was not
that of a guilty man. But I could not let an opinion bias me, for, in
spite of everything, you might still have been guilty. There was a great
possibility that you were an accessory.

"One thing struck me. Your walk was uncommonly like that of Harry
Goldenburg. Now, people may be uncommonly like each other in face and
figure and be unrelated. But I have noticed often that little
peculiarities of gait, run through a family. I had thought you might be
a relative of Goldenburg's, but not till that moment did I become
certain of it. You will remember that I put some questions that might
have seemed offensive. I wanted you to lose your temp