"By the name in the corner."
She glanced rapidly at the embroidery, and seeing the fatal name "Judith," let her head fall on her breast with a gesture of despair.
"Do you recognise the handkerchief now?" asked Fanks, with merciless deliberation.
"Yes! It is mine!"
"Do you know where it was found?"
"No!"
"It was found in the sitting-room of Mr. Melstane by this gentleman," said Octavius, pointing to Judas.
She raised her eyes, and her glance followed the direction of his outstretched finger. Hate, contempt, dread, and defiance were all expressed in that rapid look, and Judas shrank back with a feeble smile from the scathing scorn in her eyes.
"This being the case, Miss Varlins," resumed Fanks, coolly, "it is useless for you to deny that you were at Binter's boarding-house on the night in question."
"I do deny it!" she said, resolutely. "I was not at Binter's any night during November; I never saw Mr. Melstane during November. I know nothing about his death!"