"And a very disagreeable woman," said Lucy, emphatically. "But what did she know?"
Conniston wriggled uneasily. He was not quite certain whether he ought to tell Lucy all that had been discovered, and, had he not been in love with her, he would probably have held his tongue. But, after some reflection, he decided to speak out. "You are, of course, on Bernard's side," he said.
"Yes. And against Julius, who hates Bernard. I will do anything I can to help Bernard. I am sure you can see that," she added in a most reproachful manner.
"I know—I know. You are the truest and best woman in the world," said Conniston, eagerly, "but what I have to tell you is not my own secret. It concerns Bernard."
"Then don't tell me," said Lucy, coloring angrily.
"Yes, I will. You have the diary and I want to read it. To know why I do, it is necessary that you should learn all that we have discovered."
"What have you discovered? Who killed Sir Simon?"
"No. We are trying to hunt down the assassin. And Mrs. Gilroy's diary may tell us."
"I don't see that."
"You will, when you learn what I have to say." And Conniston related everything concerning the false marriage and the half-brother of young Gore. "And now, you see," he finished triumphantly, "Mrs. Gilroy is fighting for her son. It is probable that she has set down the events of that night in her diary."