“Our troubles are over, sir,” he said, and paused to light his cigar. “I’ve arrested Jessup.”
It was Vance who broke the dramatic silence following this astounding announcement.
“In the name of Heaven—what for?”
Heath turned deliberately, in no wise abashed by the other’s tone.
“For the murder of Margaret Odell and Tony Skeel.”
“Oh, my aunt! Oh, my precious aunt!” Vance sat up and stared at him in amazement. “Sweet angels of heaven, come down and solace me!”
Heath’s complacency was unshaken.
“You won’t need no angels, or aunts either, when you hear what I’ve found out about this fellow. I’ve got him tied up in a sack, ready to hand to the jury.”
The first wave of Markham’s astonishment had subsided.
“Let’s have the story, Sergeant.”