"I know you did, Mr. Busham. A very pretty account which did justice to your imagination."
"I told the truth," cried Busham, gnawing his lip.
"No, you did not. You told what suited your purpose. You spoke to no policeman on that night, for those who were on duty then have all been closely questioned. You never followed Mrs. Moxton to Pimlico, but you called there later and bribed the servant, Sarah, to tell you the truth."
"Who says I did?"
"Zirknitz. I am afraid you were a trifle overconfident of his silence, Mr. Busham."
"Zirknitz is a liar!"
"Oh, no, only a traitor who changes sides when he sees a chance of making money."
"He won't make any out of his sisters," growled Busham. "I have burnt that will, and the Moxton property will come to me."
Ellis smiled when he thought on how slight a foundation this belief rested. "Well, we will say nothing about the will But even though you have destroyed it, Mrs. Moxton takes a great portion of her husband's property as his widow."
"She sha'n't have one penny," snarled Busham. "A jade, an adventuress and a murderess! that's what she is. If she refuses to give me the whole of the Moxton property, I'll denounce her. He! he! then she will be hanged."