Gumley stood up, and addressing himself to Mr. Drelincourt, said: "God-bless you, sir, for helpin' to get a pore, innercent cove out of a scrape wot he's got into through no fault of his'n." Then, as he followed Draycot, he said to himself, "It was a lie, though, wot he told about the locket. Now, wot's his little game, I wonder?"
The baronet, having filled up and signed the necessary commitment order, handed it to Roden Marsh to give to the superintendent. Rodd then gathered up his papers and followed the others out of the room.
Sir John stood up and stretched himself. "In spite of your evidence about the locket, Mr. Drelincourt," he said, "I am strongly of opinion that in Gumley we have got hold of the real criminal."
"My own opinion exactly," responded Ormsby. "The scoundrel's countenance is enough of itself to proclaim him guilty."
"If we were all judged by our looks, how few of us would escape condemnation," remarked Drelincourt dryly. "For my part, I am strongly inclined to believe in the fellow's innocence."
"My dear Drelincourt, you surprise me," remarked his brother-in-law, as he crossed to the side table.
"It is possible, Mr. Drelincourt," suggested the baronet, "That your suspicions point in some other direction."
"No, I have no suspicions--none whatever. For all that, I have a sort of intuitive belief in Gumley's innocence."
"Time will prove."
"Possibly so. But there are some mysteries which time never solves."