"He found beside the table a yellow holly berry, and you wore----"
George started. "I did--I did," he muttered; "it must have been brushed off the sprig when I stooped to touch her."
"Ah!" said Bawdsey, in a voice of triumph, "then you admit you were in the room?"
"Yes, to you, but to no one else."
"I'm glad you trust me so far," said Bawdsey, genuinely pleased; "your confidence is not misplaced, Mr. Brendon. And you saw Mrs. Jersey?"
"I saw her body. She was dead."
"At what time was that?"
"About twelve o'clock."
"Why did you not give the alarm?"
"What?" George smiled derisively. "You think I should have put the rope round my neck?"