CHAPTER XXV
[THE TRUTH]
George stared at the triumphant detective in surprise. It seemed impossible that what he stated could be true. Miss Bull was the very last person whom Brendon would have accused. No one had been more candid than she had been, and no one at the time of the discovery of the crime had done more to help the detectives.
"You must mean Margery," said George after a time.
"No, I don't," replied Bawdsey, in a determined voice. "I mean that little white old woman with the black eyes--Miss Bull, or, as you know her, Miss Jenny Howard."
"But what reason----"
"Ah, that's a long story! She shall tell you herself."
"Have you had her arrested?"
"Not yet. But she will be arrested before the end of the day. I have already communicated with Scotland Yard."
George rose and walked to the window. He felt irritable and upset now that the truth had come to light. He wished that Bawdsey had not been so confoundedly interfering, and the detective's next words annoyed him still further.