"No," said Durban quietly; "when he gets the necklace he will hold his peace. The Major is not a cruel man, in spite of his surroundings and follies--criminal follies. He will hold his tongue, but I doubt if Waterloo will."
"He wants the necklace also," said Beatrice faintly.
"I don't care if he gets it, or if the Major secures it, or if Lady Watson keeps it, missy," said Durban gloomily; "it will bring bad luck to either one of the three. But the Major said that you could marry Mr. Paslow?"
"Yes. I don't know how he intends to arrange. But I cannot marry Mr. Paslow. I believe him to be innocent, but I cannot be sure. There was the handkerchief, you know."
"I lied about that to save you pain, missy," said Durban sadly. "But it really seems as though Mr. Paslow was guilty. But he is not."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know who killed Mr. Alpenny."
"You, Durban?" she said, astonished.
"Yes. You can marry Mr. Paslow with a clear conscience, missy, because you love him, and he is innocent of this crime."
"Then who is guilty, Durban?"