"Well, he muttered in his sleep at all events. From what he said I discovered that he had something to do with the death of Daisy. I accused him, and told him that I knew all about his Scarlet Cross wickedness. He denied the truth of this at first. Afterwards, little by little, I got the truth out of him. I then made him write out that confession and sign it, so that I could save Anne should she be caught. I promised for the sake of my own name and my children not to use the confession unless Anne was taken. That is why Morley ran away with Anne. He fancied that she would continue to bear the blame, and also"--here Mrs. Wharton hesitated and glanced at Giles--"I fancy that Oliver was in love with Miss Denham." "The scoundrel!" cried Giles furiously. Mrs. Wharton--as she now called herself--laughed coldly and rose to depart. "I don't think it matters much now," she said. "Anne was not drowned also, was she?" "No," replied Ware, shuddering; "she is in London, and I hope shortly to make her my wife." "I wish her all happiness," said Mrs. Wharton, without emotion. "I always liked Anne, and for her sake I secured that confession. That, when published, will vindicate her character. You need have no hesitation in showing it to the police and in letting that detective deal with it as he thinks fit. In a few days I shall be in France under the name of Mrs. Wharton, and the past will be dead to me. Good-bye." She held out her hand. "Good-bye," answered Giles, shaking it heartily. "I trust you will be happy, Mrs. Wharton." "I shall be at peace, if nothing else," she replied, and so passed from the room, and out of his life. Giles showed the confession to Steel, who was delighted that the real culprit had at last been discovered. But he was sorely disappointed at the suicide of Denham. "It spoils the case," he said. "You are going to bring the matter into court, then," said Giles. "Of course. I want some reward for my labor, Mr. Ware. I'll break up that gang. I must publish this confession in order to save your future wife from further blame. Not that it will matter much," he added, "for Miss Denham--I should rather say Miss Franklin--has gone to Styria with her mother and half-sister." "I know," answered Giles quietly. "I join them there in a week." "Well, Mr. Ware, I congratulate you, and I hope you'll have a good time. You deserve it from the way in which you have worked over this case." "What about yourself, Steel?" "Oh, I'm all right. Dane, Morley, and Denham are dead, which is a pity, as they are the chief villains of the play. Still, I'll contrive to punish those others and get some kudos out of the business. And I must thank you, Mr. Ware, for that reward." "It was Miss Anne's idea," replied Ware. "She will soon be put in possession of her money, and asked me to give you the reward. It is half from her and half from me."