“Yes,” said Barry.
“Well, as soon as I heard about that, I knew you did it. You never liked Robert, but that was mostly because you thought he would get Phyllis away from you. But to kill him! I can hardly believe it—and yet, I’ve felt sure of it for some time!”
The doorbell rang, and in a flurry of tears and agitation Millicent ran away to her own room.
The newcomer was Pollard, and as he entered he observed the serious attitude of the two men.
“What is it?” he asked, simply.
“I’ve just confessed to the Gleason murder,” said Barry.
“What did you confess for?”
“Because I did it. What does any one confess for?”
“Usually because he didn’t do it. The real murderer rarely confesses.”
“Just what I think,” Belknap said; “Mr Barry has an idea that Miss Lindsay will be accused, and he has confessed to prevent it.”