"Did Dr. Ellis tell you about the red pocket-book?"
"Yes. You say it was taken from the dead body. What of it?"
Janet took the book out of her pocket and placed it on the table. "There it is," she said triumphantly. "All the papers have been taken out of it. But that is the pocket-book which the murderer stole from the corpse."
"Great Heavens! How did it come into your possession?"
"I found it by chance in the desk of Herr Schwartz."
Cass started. "Do you mean to say that Schwartz is the murderer?"
"I do. If he is not, how could he become possessed of that book?"
"It is strong circumstantial evidence certainly," said Cass, after a pause. "But Schwartz--it is incredible! I always considered him such a good fellow."
"He is, he is," said Janet, with emotion. "He has been a good friend to me. I can't conceive him guilty. Even if he is, I do not wish him punished. Let him write out a confession exonerating my sister, that is all I want."
"If he does that he puts the rope round his own neck, Miss Gordon. If your sister is to be exonerated and saved from the malignity of Busham, the confession would have to be made public."