"You have visited in the kitchen for over a fortnight," said Jane, weeping copiously.
"Someone like me has, but not me. Look well, girl. Am I the man?"
"Bring him under the lamp, policeman," said Jane, hesitating.
"No!" said Mrs. Gilroy, pushing the housemaid back, "there is no time. Here are the police. We must go upstairs and see Sir Simon. Miss Randolph is at the theatre with Mr. Beryl. Ah—hark!"
There was a sound of approaching wheels, and a moment afterwards a carriage drove up. Out of it stepped Lucy and Julius. They entered the hall and looked amazed, as they well might, on seeing Bernard in the grip of the policeman, and the alarmed women around him.
"What's this?" asked Julius.
"Bernard," cried Lucy, running forward, "what have you done?"
"Murdered his grandfather, miss," said the policeman.
Lucy uttered a wild shriek and sprang up the stairs, followed by the cook and housemaid. But Mrs. Gilroy still held her ground and caught hold of Beryl's arm. "Keep him fast, sir," she said savagely. "He came this night and murdered the master."
"Julius, it is a lie!"