"How can you marry her situated as you are?"
"I shall be George Vane some day, sir, and then Dorothy will be my wife."
"I believe she will," muttered Derrington, looking at the firm face of the young man. "Humph! So you intend to look for the certificate of marriage?"
"No, for the confession of Mrs. Jersey; afterward for the church which will be mentioned in that confession. The register will prove the marriage without the necessity of the certificate. I shouldn't wonder, though," added Brendon, "if Mrs. Jersey had stolen that from my mother when she died."
"Mrs. Jersey was jade enough for anything," said Derrington.
"Well, she is dead, and there is no use saying bad about her."
"How will you set to work to get that certificate?"
George wrinkled his brows. "There is only one way, sir. I must find out who killed Mrs. Jersey. If you can help me----"
"I can't. I know no more who murdered the woman than you do."
"Yet you were in the house on that night."