Durham was sincerely sorry for her, although he knew she was not a good woman. "Let me get you some brandy," he said.
"No," replied Mrs. Gilroy, waving her hand. "Call in some clerk who can take down what I have to say. I will probably speak quickly, as my strength will not last long. I have come from an hospital to see you. Get a clerk who writes rapidly, and be quick."
Durham called in a clerk and gave the order, then turned to his client. "Was it on account of going to the hospital that you left Gore Hall?" he asked.
Mrs. Gilroy, still rocking, bowed her head. "Did you want me?" she asked.
"I wanted to tell you that Michael came to Miss Berengaria's to——"
"Michael. He came there. Why?"
"To pass himself off as Bernard."
"Ah, that was part of Beryl's scheme to get the money."
"Was it part of his scheme to poison Michael?" said Durham.
Mrs. Gilroy started to her feet, flushed with anger.