‘I tell you again, as I told you before, I know nothing about what I did that night. Go back to your employers.’
Nothing more of a nature suited to our columns could be extracted from this lady.
The Confession of Mrs. Thompson.
‘I lost my cellar key the night Philippa left my roof. I now recognise it as the key in the possession of William Evans. How he got it I have no idea whatever.’
The Confession of Basil South, M.D.
‘I begin to understand it all at last. The key which I took from Philippa on the night of the storm and supposed murder had not been taken by her from Sir Runan.
‘She had brought it with her from the house of Mrs. Thompson, with whom she had been residing.
‘When I threw away a key, which I believed to be the one I had taken from Philippa, I made a mistake.
‘I threw away a key of my own. When I thought I was giving William Evans the key of my cellar (with fatal intentions and designs, hoping that he would never survive the contents of that cellar), I really gave him the key I had taken from Philippa.
‘Consequently the key would not fit the cellar lock.