'Did he not confess to Mr Baltic?' asked Miss Whichello, anxiously.
'I believe so; he repented that far.'
'Do you know what he told him?'
'That he had killed Jentham, and had stolen his money.'
'Did he say if he had found any papers on Jentham's body?'
'Not that I know of,' replied George, staring. 'Why! had Jentham any particular papers in his possession?'
'Oh, I don't know; I really can't say,' answered Miss Whichello, confusedly, and rose unsteadily to her feet. 'Mab, my dear, you will excuse me, I am not very well; I shall go to my bedroom.'
'Let me come too, aunty.'
'No! no!' Miss Whichello waved her niece back. 'I wish to be alone,' and she left the room abruptly, without a look at either of the young people. They could not understand this strange behaviour. Mab, woman-like, turned on Captain Pendle.
'It is all your fault, George, talking of murders and suicides.'