The widow, who in her excitement had half risen from her chair, fell back into it again thunderstruck. "Where did you meet him?" she stammered.
"At the Merryman Music-Hall."
"Do you know that place?" shrieked Mrs. Moxton, much agitated.
"I was there last night. There I met Zirknitz, and he told me of his relationship to you. Also," and here Ellis grew grave, "he informed me who murdered your husband."
Mrs. Moxton's capacity for amazement was exhausted by these repeated shocks, and she sat limply in her chair. The last remark, however, seemed to brace her up for the moment.
"And who does he say killed Edgar?" she asked, with an anxiety she strove vainly to conceal.
"None other than Busham, the man who--"
Mrs. Moxton interrupted him with a burst of hysterical laughter. "Dr. Ellis," said she, in a choking voice, "I know that is false. Mr. Busham did not kill my husband."