"Fanks!" cried Judith, with a start, looking at Octavius, "I thought your name was Rixton?"
"My real name is Rixton," said Fanks, glancing reproachfully at Roger, "but I use the name of Octavius Fanks—"
"For your detective business," finished Judith, coolly. "Oh, you need not look surprised, sir. I have read the Jarlchester Mystery, and I know you have the case in hand."
"If that is so, perhaps you will help me in the matter?"
"I—I cannot help you," she said, faintly, again passing the handkerchief over her lips.
"You can in one way," said Fanks, quietly.
She looked at him sharply, but unable to read anything on his impassive countenance, threw herself back in the carriage with an uneasy laugh.
"How so?"
"By letting me read those letters now in the possession of Judas."
"No!"