“I understand how you must have suffered, dearest, and how circumstances precluded you from telling me the truth. You did your best, and in future I shall trust you implicitly,” I said, while her arm stole gently around my neck, and she looked lovingly into my eyes.
Wringing Boris’s hand heartily, I expressed my gratitude to him, adding, “There is one thing needful to completely solve the enigma—the name of the man who committed the crimes.”
“When I gave the police the information I promised I would not divulge until they made the arrest; otherwise I would tell you,” he replied, with a tantalising smile.
“Do tell us! We must know the whole truth now,” urged Vera earnestly.
“His name—but—hark!—what’s that?” he ejaculated, with bated breath.
We listened. It was the sound of hurrying footsteps in the corridor.
“I must see Mrs Burgoyne at once. Do you hear? Quick! Tell me; which is her room?” a voice shouted excitedly.
“It’s here! first on the left, sir,” was the reply.
A second later the door was flung open without warning.