The arrangement with Mr. Grell was, that I should remain in hiding there until such time as he could obtain money to enable us to get out of the country. Then I was to join him. I got a wire from him at last fixing Dalehurst Grange, and knowing that the stations would be watched, I determined to motor down.
"This explanation should make the things clear you do not already know,—L.P."
Heldon Foyle finished reading, and there was a moment's silence, broken at last by a gasp from Grell.
"It was she, then, not—not——"
"Not Lady Eileen Meredith," interrupted Foyle. "But do you confirm what she says there, Mr. Grell?"
Grell reached out, and took the paper with a hand that shook. He scanned it quickly, and handed it back to the superintendent.
"She is right in everything she says about me," he admitted. "I did think—God forgive me!—that my own eyes were right. I believed that Eileen had killed that man. That it was influenced me in everything I did. Till this moment, I had no idea——" He wheeled almost angrily on Green. "Why didn't you say why you brought me here?"
The chief inspector shrugged his shoulders. "My instructions were to bring you here—not to give explanations."
"I thought it best that you should learn all there was to know at your leisure," interjected Foyle. "Of course, we knew nothing of this"—he tapped the confession as he spoke—"before you came in."
Sir Hilary Thornton smoothed his moustache. "It