"And this paper which you allege you found in my safe--after a burglary which, no doubt, you know is very much against the law--does it convict me of the murder of my uncle?" The tension in the room was nerve-shattering. Men and women suspended breathing while they waited for an answer. "On the contrary, it acquits you of any guilt whatever in the matter." Phyllis Cunningham gave a broken little sob and collapsed into her husband's arms. Jack rose, his face working, and caught his brother by the shoulder. These two had suffered greatly, not only because of their fear for him, but because of the fear of his guilt that had poisoned their peace. James, too, was moved, as much by their love for him as by the sudden relief that had lifted from his heart. But his pride held him outwardly cold. "Since you've decided I didn't do it, Mr. Lane, perhaps you'll tell us then who did," he suggested presently. There came a knock at the door. A whimsical smile twitched at the corners of Kirby's mouth. He did not often have a chance for dramatics like this. "Why, yes, that seems fair enough," he answered. "He's knockin' at the door now. Enter _X_." CHAPTER XLI ENTER X Shibo stood on the threshold and sent a swift glance around the room. He had expected to meet James alone. That first slant look of the long eyes forewarned him that Nemesis was at hand. But he faced without a flicker of the lids the destiny he had prepared for himself. "You write me note come see you now," he said to Cunningham. James showed surprise. "No, I think not." "You no want me?" The Chief's hand fell on the shoulder of the janitor. "_I_ want you, Shibo." "You write me note come here now?" "No, I reckon Mr. Lane wrote that." "I plenty busy. What you want me for?" "For the murders of James Cunningham and Horikawa." Before the words were out of his mouth the Chief had his prisoner handcuffed. Shibo turned to Kirby. "You tellum police I killum Mr. Cunnin'lam and Horikawa?" "Yes." "I plenty sorry I no kill you." "You did your best, Shibo. Took three shots at ten feet. Rotten shooting." "Do you mean that he actually tried to kill you?" James asked in surprise. "In the Denmark Building, the other night, at eleven o'clock. And I'll say he made a bad mistake when he tried an' didn't get away with it. For I knew that the man who was aimin' to gun me was the same one that had killed Uncle James. He'd got to worryin' for fear I was followin' too hot a trail." "Did you recognize him?" Jack said.