Brace answered this query by slipping his hand into his breast-pocket and producing therefrom a neat little pistol, toy-like, but deadly enough in the hand of a good marksman. 'Is this yours?' he asked, holding it out for Captain Pendle's inspection.
'Certainly it is,' said George, handling the weapon; 'here are my initials on the butt. Where did you get this?'
'It was found by Mother Jael near the spot where Jentham was murdered.'
Captain Pendle clapped down the pistol on the table with an ejaculation of amazement. 'Was he shot with this, Harry?'
'Without doubt!' replied Brace, gravely. 'Therefore, as it is your property, I wish to know how it came to be used for that purpose.'
'Great Scott, Brace! you don't think that I killed the blackguard?'
'I think nothing so ridiculous,' protested Sir Harry, testily.
'You talk as if you did, though,' retorted George, smartly.
'I thrashed that Jentham beast for insulting Mab, but I didn't shoot him.'
'But the pistol is yours.'