Tom made no answer to this last speech; he took a turn or two up and down his cell, and then stopped suddenly in front of the other.
“You believe I’m innocent now, do you?”
“Yes.”
“Firmly.”
“And you won’t think that anything further that I may say to you’ll be for the purpose of throwing the blame off my own shoulders and upon those of another man?”
“No.”
“Then I believe I know who it was that did kill Isaac Naylor.”
“Who?” said Will, almost breathlessly.
Tom looked him in the eyes for a moment or two before he spoke.