"Oh dear me, no!" said Carver dryly; "he does nothing of the sort; but he confesses as to who committed the murder." "Didn't he do it himself?" "No, Miss Dora, he did not. Our friend Joad is innocent; although," added the lawyer with an afterthought, "he may be described as an accessory after the fact." "Then who killed my father?" cried Dora in blank amazement. "Aha! that is a long, long story," replied Carver with a nod. "All in good time, my dear young lady. You tell me briefly what is contained in the manuscript, and I shall supply the sequel. Thus," added Mr. Carver, rubbing his dry hands, "we shall arrive at a clear and logical understanding of the whole complicated matter." Both lovers protested against this proposal, but Carver firmly refused to speak a word until the gist of the manuscript was communicated to him. In the end they were reluctantly compelled to give way to the lawyer's obstinacy, and postpone the satisfaction of their own curiosity. Assisted by Allen, the young girl communicated all the details, but succeeded little in moving the emotions of Mr. Carver. Perhaps the sequel he referred to was more exciting than what they told him. But on this point the pair had a speedy opportunity of judging. "It's a queer story," said Carver reflectively, "but I've heard queerer. It is the sequel that is the odd thing about this. Here is a man who for twenty years goes in dread of his life, and takes all manner of precautions to look after it. Yet, a few days after he has learnt that his enemy is dead and his life is safe, he is foully murdered. I am not a superstitious man, Miss Dora, but I see the finger of Fate in this. Your father was doomed to die a violent death, and his lifelong fears were justified by the result." "But he was not killed by the man whom he expected to be his murderer." "Quite true, Dr. Scott. He was killed by the man whom he did _not_ expect to be his murderer." "What do you mean?" cried Dora, rising. "Did my father know this man?" "Intimately. He was the man who at one time saved Mr. Edermont from being caught by Captain Carew." "You don't mean John Mallison?" shouted Allen in wide-eyed surprise. Mr. Carver nodded. "That's the man. He killed Edermont. You must admit that there is something ironical in the fact?" "I don't understand it at all," said Dora helplessly. "Will you be so kind as to tell us how and why the crime was committed?"