"Buck up!" Braceway prodded him. "You confessed to her, did you?"
"Yes. At the last, somehow, I couldn't stand the idea of her giving up the last thing she had, but—but she would have done it."
"Could she have mortgaged her home in Baltimore?"
"Yes. Mr. Taliaferro, A. G. Taliaferro, the lawyer, would have fixed it for her. He's a friend of the family—used to be of father's."
"Now, about the emeralds and diamonds?" Braceway began another attack.
"I don't know what you mean."'
"They belonged to Mrs. Withers."
Morley shook his head impatiently.
"I don't know anything about them."
Bristow took a hand in the questioning, flicking him and provoking him by tone and word. But neither he nor Braceway could get an admission, or any appearance of admission, that he knew anything about the Withers jewelry.