"Indeed, I do not. How can you prove it?"
"Very easily. I followed Dr. Renshaw on his presumed journey to Bombay, and tracked him to Mere Hall at Bournemouth."
Mrs. Boazoph quailed, and shrank back. This man knew so much, that she did not know where she stood.
For the moment, she did not know what to do; but, unable to deny the identity of Renshaw with Binjoy, she admitted it.
"Good!" said Fanks, in a satisfied tone, "we are getting on. And the agreement you made with this man?"
"I made no agreement with him."
"Then why was he here on the night of the murder?"
"It was an accident. For some reason of his own, Dr. Binjoy, whom I met at Taxton-on-Thames, was in the habit of changing his name when in London. He usually stayed with Dr. Turnor, who is an old friend of his; and did his work when Turnor was absent. When I found out the murder, I sent for Dr. Turnor, he was away, and Dr. Binjoy came under his name of Renshaw. I was astonished to see him. I did not know that he was in town."
"Oh! Had you any reason to go to Mere Hall to see him?"
"Mere Hall!" stammered Mrs. Boazoph, "you saw me at Mere Hall?"