"Well," said Jasher, gazing into the fire, "it seems to me that Fane committed the crime. He came up from Southend, and he was at the villa on that night. I've an idea he knew this woman."
"What was she to him?" asked Arnold calmly.
"I have heard it said she was his wife."
"Why don't you say straight out what you know?" broke in Tracey; "I guess you knew the truth from Bocaros."
"Bocaros!" Jasher, with sudden suspicion, leaped to his feet, and his little eyes glittered. "What's that?"
"This much," said the Greek, also rising, "I have told these gentlemen all I know. Ah----"
"No you don't," said Tracey, catching Jasher as he hurled himself forward. "Go slow."
Jasher tried to recover his calm. "This is some joke, gentlemen," he said, wiping his face and looking at the watchful faces before him. "What does Professor Bocaros know?"
"He knows," said the Greek, keeping well behind Calvert, "that it was you who suggested the idea of getting Mrs. Brand to make the will in my favour. It was you who put me up to getting the key stolen and duplicated. It was you who wrote those letters luring Mr. Calvert and Miss Mason to the villa so that you might put the blame on them. I never knew you meant murder, Jasher," said Bocaros, stepping forward, "or I should not have joined with you."
"This is all lies," said Jasher faintly.