"A confession?" cried the detective.
"I dunno what you call it, sir; but I know she wrote it down, 'cause she said to me, 'It'll be all right when I'm dead.' Well, she are dead," said Mrs. Grix, "and it ain't all right, unless she left the writin' behind her."
"Where is that confession?"
"I dunno. I wish I did. There's money in it. I've hunted all over the 'ouse, and I can't come across it nohow."
"Well, Mrs. Grix, what is your opinion? Was it Dean, or Miss Gilmar, or Miss Laura who killed the man?"
"You look about for the paper, lovey," said Mrs. Grix, coaxingly, "and it'll tell ye all."
"You tell me."
"But I don't know for certain."
"Never mind. What is your opinion?"
"Will ye give me money for it?"