"I can't believe it," said Eugénie determinedly, "though Naball says he thinks she did it. But I certainly got this note from her."
"She may have received it from some one else," cried Keith eagerly. "God knows, I don't want to die myself, but to put the rope round the neck of that unhappy woman--horrible," and he covered his face with his hands.
Eugénie put on her gloves, and then touched his arm.
"I'm going," she said in a quiet voice.
"Going?" he repeated, springing to his feet.
"Yes, to see Naball, and show him the note."
"But Kitty Marchurst!"
"Don't trouble about her," said Eugénie, a trifle coldly. "She is all right, and I've no doubt can explain where she got this note. Wherever it was, you can depend it was not from the dead man's safe. Good-bye, Keith," kissing him. "This note gives us the clue, and before many days are over you will be free, and the murderer of Jacob Lazarus will be in this cell."