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We walked along a moment in silence. All about us the lurid special

editions of the afternoon were flaunting their predictions of the horror

to come. The face of the colonel was grave.

"How long had Von der Herts held his position at the Yard?" I asked.

"For nearly five years," Hughes answered.

"It seems incredible," I murmured.

"So it does," he answered; "but it is only the first of many incredible

things that this war will reveal. Two months from now we shall all have

forgotten it in the face of new revelations far more unbelievable." He

sighed. "If these men about us realized the terrible ordeal that

lies ahead! Misgoverned; unprepared--I shudder at the thought of the

sacrifices we must make, many of them in vain. But I suppose that

somehow, some day, we shall muddle through."

He bade me good-by in Trafalgar Square, saying that he must at once

seek out the father and brother of the late captain, and tell them the

news--that their kinsman was really loyal to his country.

"It will come to them as a ray of light in the dark--my news," he said.

"And now, thank you once again."

We parted and I came back here to my lodgings. The mystery is finally

solved, though in such a way it is difficult to believe that it was

anything but a nightmare at any time. But solved none the less; and I

should be at peace, except for one great black fact that haunts me, will

not let me rest. I must tell you, dear lady--And yet I fear it means the

end of everything. If only I can make you understand!

I have walked my floor, deep in thought, in puzzlement, in indecision.

Now I have made up my mind. There is no other way--I must tell you the

truth.

Despite the fact that Bray was Von der Herts; despite the fact that

he killed himself at the discovery--despite this and that, and

everything--Bray did not kill Captain Fraser-Freer!

On last Thursday evening, at a little after seven o'clock, I myself

climbed the stairs, entered the captain's rooms, picked up that knife

from his desk, and stabbed him just above the heart!

What provocation I was under, what stern necessity moved me--all this

you must wait until to-morrow to know. I shall spend another anxious day

preparing my defense, hoping that through some miracle of mercy you may

forgive me--understand that there was nothing else I could do.

Do not judge, dear lady, until you know everything--until all my

evidence is in your lovely hands.