To go to the bureau of police and make a statement would only defeat my own ends.
No; if I intended to learn the truth I must act upon my own initiative. Official interference would only thwart my own endeavours.
I knew Digby Kemsley. He was as shrewd and cunning as any of the famous detectives, whether in real life or in fiction. Therefore, to be a match for him, I would, I already realised, be compelled to fight him with his own weapons.
I did not intend that he should escape me before he told me, with his own lips, the secret of my well-beloved.
CHAPTER XVI.
REVEALS ANOTHER ENIGMA.
"The identity of the victim has not yet been established, sir."
These words were spoken to the coroner by Inspector Edwards at the adjourned inquest held on January the twenty-second.
Few people were in court, for, until the present, the public had had no inkling as to what had occurred on that fatal night in Harrington Gardens. The first inquest had not been "covered" by any reporter, as the police had exercised considerable ingenuity in keeping the affair a secret.