"Shut up, I say. I did it. It's none of your business anyhow!" cried Cyril incoherently.
"Don't listen to his Lordship," said Amy. "We all know, of course, that he is perfectly innocent. He is trying to shield some one. But who?" She cast a keen look at Cyril.
"That's just it," Judson agreed. "And it is partly my fault. I convinced his Lordship that Lord Wilmersley was murdered by his wife. I have come here to tell him that I was mistaken. It is lucky that I discovered the truth in time."
"Thank God!" cried Cyril. "I always knew she was innocent." His relief was so intense that it robbed him of all power of concealment.
Amy's mouth hardened into a straight, inflexible line; her eyes narrowed.
"I suppose that you have some fact to support your extraordinary assertion?" demanded Griggs, unable to hide his vexation at finding that his rival had evidently outwitted him.
"Certainly, but I will say no more till I have his Lordship's permission. He is my employer, you know."
"What difference does that make?" asked Cyril. "I am more anxious than any one to discover the truth."
"Permit me to suggest, my lord, that it would be better if I could first speak to you in private."
"Nonsense," exclaimed Cyril impatiently. "I am tired of this eternal secrecy. Tell us what you have found out."