"It was found in the grounds of Parksides to-day." Mr. Beeminster took his companion aside and whispered a few words to him; the man nodded and left the room. Aunt Leth heard him close the street door behind him. "When, within your knowledge, did Miss Farebrother wear this brooch last?"
"I cannot say positively; it is a long time since. I believe she did not bring it away with her from Parksides when she left her father's house to come to us."
"Can you swear to that?"
"No; but my niece will be able to tell you."
"I shall not ask her; it might be used in evidence against her."
"In evidence against her! For God's sake tell me what you are here for! Do not keep me any longer in suspense!"
"Not for a moment longer. Miser Farebrother is dead."
"Dead!"
"Dead. Found murdered this morning in the grounds at Parksides. A cruel murder. I have brought a copy of an evening paper with me containing the information. It was just out as I came here. Would you like to read it? But you do not seem in a fit state. I will read it to you."
Mr. Beeminster unfolded the paper and read: