"It was your idea about Margery that put me on the scent," he said with great complacency; "though, to be sure, I had my suspicions before. It was to watch Miss Bull that I came here."
"What made you think that she was guilty?"
"She has confessed--in the calmest manner, too--that----"
"I mean before. Why did you suspect her?"
"Well, it seemed to me that she was the only person who could have killed Eliza. She and Eliza hated one another because of their mutual love for your father."
George groaned. What a lot of trouble his father had caused with his handsome looks and charming manners. Even after his death the fatal attraction he exercised seemed to bring about disaster. "She did not kill Mrs. Jersey on that account," he said.
"Wait till you hear. She will tell you. In fact, she asked me to send for you, as she wishes to speak."
"Where is she now?"
"In the famous sitting-room playing Patience."
"Doesn't she realize the peril of her position?"