The door opened.
"Mr. Campbell, my lord."
"Guy," exclaimed Cyril. "You have arrived in the nick of time. I have confessed."
"Confessed what?" Campbell cast a bewildered look at the inspector.
"His Lordship says that he hired an assassin to murder Lord Wilmersley."
"What rot! You don't believe him, I hope?"
"He shall believe me," cried Cyril. "I alone am responsible for Wilmersley's death. The person who actually fired the shot was nothing but my tool. I will never betray him, never!"
"Honour among murderers, I see! Really, Cyril, you are too ridiculous," exclaimed Campbell.
Suddenly he caught sight of Amy, cowering in the shadow of the curtain.
"Who is this lady?" he asked.