"I saw you with my own eyes; you cannot deny that."
"I have no wish to deny it," retorted Mrs. Boazoph, with asperity, "yes I was at Mere Hall. I went there to warn Binjoy against you."
"Indeed; and no doubt Binjoy assured you that he had baffled me by the pretended journey to Bombay."
"Yes, he said that."
"And did he say that he had sent his negro, Caesar, to Bombay, in his place?"
Mrs. Boazoph drew back and gasped, holding tightly on to the arms of her chair. "You know that?" she said, in alarm.
"I know that, and a great deal more," said Fanks, grimly. "In fact, I more than suspect that I know the assassin."
"Then you know that Caesar killed Sir Gregory?"
"You jump to conclusions, Mrs. Boazoph," said Fanks, noting the tone of relief in which she made this remark. "I do not know that Caesar killed Sir Gregory Fellenger. But I know that both you and Dr. Binjoy would like me to think so."
"Man! Man!" cried Mrs. Boazoph, with an hysterical laugh, "do you think that I had anything to do with this crime?"