“Mr. Parks, I believe I have found Arthur Pearson’s murderer!”—[page 440].
Walter Parks springs up with a hoarse cry. John Ainsworth leans back in his chair, pale and panting. The Chief clutches at Stanhope’s knee in excited eagerness, and waits breathlessly for his next words.
Only Mr. Follingsbee, who has never heard of Arthur Pearson, remains unmoved.
“Are you sure?” articulates the excited Englishman. “Where is he? Who is he?”
“He is in a good, strong cell by this time, in the city jail.”
“Oh!” gasps John Ainsworth.
“And his name is Franz Krutzer, although for many years he has been known as Papa Francoise.”
“Good heavens!” cries Walter Parks. “Franz Krutzer! why, Stanhope—why, Ainsworth, it was that man’s wife who had the care of your little girl!”
“Precisely,” confirms Stanhope.
John Ainsworth leans forward and extends two trembling hands.