"Oh, I think so. I have a means of compelling her to marry me."
Jen jumped up with a scowl.
"I'm tired of your enigmas," he cried, angrily. "What is it you wish to tell me?"
"The name of the person who committed the murder."
"I know it. David Sarby!"
"Not at all. He accused himself to shield the real person."
"To shield the assassin?" gasped Jen, thunderstruck. "And who is the assassin?"
"Can't you guess from his self-accusation? Why, the woman he loved."
"Isabella?"
"Exactly. Isabella Dallas, and none other, killed your boy Maurice."