"You have nothing to hold it about," stormed Mallien, savagely.
"Oh, yes, I have. Sit down and listen."
"I won't." Mallien made for the door.
"Very good. Then go, and to-morrow you will be arrested before noon. I shall go straight to Tarhaven in the morning to explain things to Inspector Lawson. For your own safety you had much better let me explain them to you."
Mallien hesitated, then returned to his seat. "You are talking rubbish," he said, pulling his beard in an embarrassed manner. "I have nothing to do with the murder. I wouldn't have come here had I guessed you would talk to me in this way."
Carrington, now master of the situation, laughed. "The way in which my letter was worded compelled you to come."
"It's a lie."
"Then why are you here? You who hate me--you who are a bully," taunted the barrister. "There is the door. Walk out of it, if you dare!"
"Less talk!" cried Mallien, savagely. "Go on and explain on what grounds you dare to accuse me."
"Oh, very good. Now you are talking sense;" and Carrington related the adventure which had to do with the discovery of the buried will by Mrs. Beatson and the subsequent passing of the document into Hendle's hands. "He has it at the present moment," continued the barrister, "and intends, as I said, to take it to the solicitors to-morrow. If the property is yours, as I think it is, you will be done full justice to, as Hendle is not the man to keep what does not belong to him."