"Why were you there?" I demanded, pointing to the gaol.
"As I was never safe until he was dead, I wished to see the last of him."
"But how did you obtain an entrance?" I asked.
"Easily enough. I induced a Brighton reporter to let me take his place."
"Do you think Fraser recognised you?"
"I am sure he did."
"Hanging would be too good for you!" I said.
The villain was tired of my examination. What could have been done with him if I had detained him?
Several years have passed since then, but, directly or indirectly, I have heard nothing more of Sydney Marshall.
It was some consolation for Fraser's heartbroken parents to know that the prisoner was guiltless of murder.