"Ah, then you are certain that I am guilty?"
"You must be. The pocket-book of the murdered man was found in that desk, and we know it was taken from the dead body. The other night when I accused you, you did not deny the charge."
"I had no time, doctor; but I deny it now."
"You say that you are innocent?" said Ellis, scarcely believing his ears.
"Perfectly innocent. Here is the confession of the guilty person;" and Schwartz, unlocking a drawer, took out two or three sheets of foolscap pinned together and covered with writing. "This is the confession," he said, "signed and witnessed."
"The confession of Busham?"
"Ach, no; the confession of the man who murdered Moxton--my friend, Hilda's father, Captain Garret."
[CHAPTER XXV]
A CONFESSION
"Do you mean to say that Captain Garret murdered Moxton?" asked Ellis, in amazement, looking from the confession to Schwartz. In his excitement he had reverted to English.