"I knew he was incapable of such a thing," cried Chinston, whom emotion had hitherto kept silent.
Meanwhile Kilsip listened to these eulogistic remarks on the dead man, and purred to himself, in a satisfied sort of way, like a cat who has caught a mouse.
"You see, sir," he said, addressing the barrister, "I was right after all."
"Yes," answered Calton, frankly, "I acknowledge my defeat, but now—"
"I'm going to arrest Moreland right off," said Kilsip.
There was a silence for a few moments, and then Calton spoke again.
"I suppose it must be so—poor girl—poor girl."
"I'm very sorry for the young lady myself," said the detective in his soft, low voice; "but you see I cannot let a dangerous criminal escape for a mere matter of sentiment."
"Of course not," said Fitzgerald, sharply. "Moreland must be arrested right off."
"But he will confess everything," said Calton, angrily, "and then everyone will know about this first marriage."