"I'm glad you're here, Mrs. Richards, and you too, Mr. Richards," he said. "I'm going to be able to keep my promise."
Holmes was staring at Mrs. Richards and her husband in astonishment.
"You here, Elizabeth?" he exclaimed. "And Henry, too? I didn't know you were coming!"
"We decided to come quite unexpectedly, Morton," said the lady, quietly. She was a woman of perhaps forty-two or three, tall and distinguished in her appearance. But, like her husband, her face showed traces of privations and hardship.
Behind them came a stiff, soldierly looking man, in a blue suit, and him Jamieson greeted with a smile and a handshake.
"There's your man, Marshall," he said, pointing to Holmes. "I guess he won't make any resistance."
And, while Mr. and Mrs. Richards stared in astonishment, and Weeks turned purple, the marshall laid his hand on the merchant's shoulder, and put him under arrest. Holmes was trapped at last.
"What does this mean?" Mrs. Richards asked, indignantly. "What are you doing to my brother, Mr. Jamieson?"
"That's quite a long story, Mrs. Richards," he answered, easily. "And, strange as it may seem, I'll have to answer it by asking you and your husband some questions that may seem very personal. But I've made good with you so far, and I can assure you that you will have no cause to regret answering me."
Mrs. Richards bowed.