"My wife! Look after her. Look after everything." Cyril gave Guy a look in which he tried to convey all that he did not dare to say.
The door again opened.
"Mr. Judson is 'ere, my lord. I told him you were engaged, but he says he would like to speak to you most particular."
"I don't want to see him," began Cyril.
"Don't be a greater fool than you can help," exclaimed Campbell. "How do you know that he has not some important news?"
"But—" objected Cyril.
"Good morning, your Lordship. How do you do, Inspector. Mr. Campbell, I believe. Your servant, your Ladyship. I took the liberty of forcing myself upon you at this moment, my lord, because I have just learnt certain facts which——"
"It is too late to report," interposed Cyril hastily. "I have confessed."
The detective smiled indulgently.
"Why, my lord, what is the use of pretending that you had anything to do with the murder? I hurried here to tell you that there is no further need of your sacrificing yourself. I have found out who——"