JULIET'S STORY CONTINUED
Cuthbert was so surprised by this admission that astonishment held him silent for a moment. He never expected to hear that Juliet herself had been on the spot. Seeing this, she went on quickly. "Now you can understand why I held my tongue. You were at Rose Cottage on that night. You have enemies who know you were there. I have been threatened should I insist on our engagement being fulfilled that you will be arrested. Therefore I kept away and held my tongue."
"But if you had told me this long ago—"
"How could I?" she cried vehemently. "Could I come and say to you, I believe you are a murderer?"
"Did you believe that, Juliet?" he asked in a grieved tone.
"Yes and no," she faltered. "Oh, Cuthbert, you know how I love you. I could not bring myself to think you were guilty—and yet the proofs are so strong. You were at Rose Cottage at a quarter to eleven—"
"No. I was there at a quarter past ten."
"I tell you I saw you at a quarter to eleven. You were getting over the wall into the park. Then there was the knife—your knife."
"How did you know it was mine?"
"By the notches. You told me you always cut three notches on the handle of any weapon you possessed. One day when mother and I came to afternoon tea at your place you showed me some of your weapons—the knife amongst them. One knife is much like another, and I would not have noticed but for the notches and for the fact that I saw you on that night. I hid the knife and Mr. Jennings—"