The detective inclined his head and again turned towards Cyril.
"Having once discovered their identity, my lord, their motive was quite apparent."
"Well, who are they? Out with it."
"The elder," began Judson, speaking very slowly, "is Monsieur de Brissac. The younger—" he paused.
For a moment Cyril was too stunned to speak. He could do nothing but stare stupidly at the detective. Amy guilty! Amy! It was incredible!
"Stop! Your suspicions are absurd! Do not listen to him, Inspector!" He hardly knew what he was saying. He only realised confusedly that something within him was crying to him to save her.
A wonderful light suddenly transfigured Amy's drawn face.
"Cyril, would you really do this for——"
"Hush!" He tried to silence her.
She turned proudly to the inspector.