"What! You will have it!" cried Ellis, angrily.
Busham flung himself out of his chair, and shot up one of the dirty windows. "Another step and I call the police," he whispered.
"Do so, and I shall give you in charge."
"Me in charge, and for what?"
"For killing Moxton. You were with him shortly before his death."
With a scared look Busham drew down the window and returned to his desk. "I am safe from your violence I hope?" he said, looking apprehensively at Ellis.
"So long as you are civil to Mrs. Moxton I won't touch you," replied the doctor, coolly, and in his turn sat down.
"He! he!" laughed Busham, nervously rubbing his hands, "it will be as well to conduct this interview quietly."
"I think so," observed Mrs. Moxton, with an expressive glance at the knife, "for your own sake."
"Say rather for yours, Mrs. Moxton."