He took her hand and stared into her face. Then he smiled. This time it was with as much intelligence as her own.
“Mr. Carter! Mr. Carter!” she screamed.
“Yes?”
“He has got back his senses! Look at him!”
“Do you know who you are?” asked Nick, close to him.
“Howard Milmarsh to you, Mr. Carter. Howard Milmarsh! What is the use of my saying my name if anything else? You know me. I don’t care who knows it now, anyhow. I had determined to give myself up. I killed Richard Jarvis.”
“No, you didn’t. You’re mistaken. You did not kill him,” declared the detective emphatically. “You will take my word, won’t you?”
“Take your word, Mr. Carter? Of course I will—I must! But are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I can prove it.”
“Then is Richard Jarvis alive?”