"I must rely on myself, then," said Gebb, with a sigh. "I'll see you again, Mr. Basson."
"I shall be glad to help you, sir," replied the barrister, and bowed the detective out of his dingy room.
Gebb retired in an exultant frame of mind, as he had discovered beyond all doubt that a confession by Miss Gilmar was in existence which would probably exonerate Dean from all complicity in Kirkstone's murder. The question was, where to search for it. On his way back to the office Gebb tried vainly to find an answer to this query, but it was banished from his mind when he discovered that no less a person than Miss Wedderburn was waiting to see him. She approached him at once when he entered, and there was a sparkle of rage in her eyes, which intimated that the object of her visit was not a peaceful one.
"Here you are at last, Mr. Gebb!" she said, in a wrathful voice. "And pray, sir, what do you mean by arresting Mr. Ferris?"
"Oh, that's your trouble, is it, miss?" answered Gebb, coolly. "Well, my dear young lady, I arrested Mr. Ferris because he pawned a diamond necklace!"
"And what had that to do with you, may I ask?"
"This much, miss. The necklace was the property of Miss Gilmar, and was removed from her dead body."
"Nothing of the sort!" cried Edith, vehemently. "Ellen was alive when she gave away that necklace."
"Gave away that necklace!" repeated Gebb, starting up. "What do you mean?"
"What I say!" rejoined Miss Wedderburn, tartly, "I gave the necklace to Arthur, and it was Miss Gilmar who presented it to me in Paradise Row, on the night she was murdered."