“Tryst himself told me in the prison that he did it. He said it came on him suddenly, when he saw the straw.”
A pause followed before John said:
“Good! You and I and your father will go down and see the police.”
Nedda lifted her hands and said breathlessly:
“But, Uncle! Dad! Have I the right? He says—honour. Won't it be betraying him?”
Felix could not answer, but with relief he heard John say:
“It's not honorable to cheat the law.”
“No; but he trusted me or he wouldn't have written.”
John answered slowly:
“I think your duty's plain, my dear. The question for the police will be whether or not to take notice of this false confession. For us to keep the knowledge that it's false from them, under the circumstances, is clearly not right. Besides being, to my mind, foolish.”