"You may be sure of that."
"Well, I confess! I did it!"
At last! The garish street suddenly assumed roseate tints in the detective's eyes.
"Oh, you do?" he cried thickly. "You confess that you killed Rose de Bercy on the night of the 3d of July at Feldisham Mansions?"
"Yes, I confess it."
Clarke laid a hand on Janoc's sleeve, and the two walked away.
As for Antonio, in an ecstasy of excitement he cast his eyes and his arms on high together, crying out, "O Dio mio!" and the next moment was rushing to find a cab to take him to Porchester Gardens. Arrived there, he rang, and the instant Pauline appeared, she being now sufficiently recovered to attend to her duties, his right hand went out in a warning clutch at her shoulder.
"Your brother is arrested!" he cried.
With her clenched fists drawn back, she glared crazily at him, and her face reddened for a little while, as if she were furious at the outrage and suddenness of his news. Then her cheeks whitened, she went faint, sank back into the shelter of the hall, and leant against an inner doorway, her eyes closed, her lips parted.
"Oh, Pauline, be brave!" said Antonio, and tears choked his voice.