"That is true enough," replied Ellis. "For my part, now that we have absolute proof of Mrs. Moxton's innocence, I don't think it is necessary to make the matter public."
"Mr. Busham may do so, out of revenge," said Janet.
"Don't you believe it, Miss Gordon. Busham, by the showing of this confession, knew all about the crime. He saw it committed, he tampered with Garret, and held his tongue in order to secure Moxton's money. On the face of it, he is an accessory after the fact, and, terrified by the fear of punishment, will keep silence. Besides, even if he does speak, we can first warn Schwartz to leave England, and then inform the police. Busham does not know, and never will know, that Schwartz has been implicated in Garret's escape."
"What Harry says is very true," chimed in Ellis. "I think all danger is over."
"Thank God for that!" cried Janet, clasping her hands. "Oh, how terrible these past months have been!"
"You will have no more trouble if I can help it," said the doctor, taking her hand. "What I said when I believed you to be Mrs. Moxton, I say now; and I ask you to be my honoured wife."
Janet sobbed. "You forget! I have a shady past!"
"A noble past. You have been tested in the furnace of affliction, and have come out pure gold."
"I sold programmes at a low music-hall."
"My dearest, I know all you have done, and how good you have been. As my wife, I hope you will find that happiness which has been denied to you for so long. You love me, Janet, do you not?"