“Ten minutes after I entered the door of my flat I came out a beardless man about town, not to be distinguished from the thousand others who would be found that night walking the promenade of any of the great music-halls. From Victoria Street I drove straight to Scotland Yard. It was no more than a coincidence that whilst I should have been speaking with you all, the second candle should have bent and the alarm be given in the very office in which I was sitting. “I assure you all in all earnestness that I did not suspect the cause of that ringing until Mr. Mansus spoke. “There, gentlemen, is my story!” He threw out his arms. “You may do with me as you will. Kara was a murderer, dyed a hundred times in innocent blood. I have done all that I set myself to do--that and no more--that and no less. I had thought to go away to America, but the nearer the day of my departure approached, the more vivid became the memory of the plans which she and I had formed, my girl... my poor martyred girl!” He sat at the little table, his hands clasped before him, his face lined and white. “And that is the end!” he said suddenly, with a wry smile. “Not quite!” T. X. swung round with a gasp. It was Belinda Mary who spoke. “I can carry it on,” she said. She was wonderfully self-possessed, thought T. X., but then T. X. never thought anything of her but that she was “wonderfully” something or the other. “Most of your story is true, Mr. Lexman,” said this astonishing girl, oblivious of the amazed eyes that were staring at her, “but Kara deceived you in one respect.” “What do you mean?” asked John Lexman, rising unsteadily to his feet. For answer she rose and walked back to the door with the chintz curtains and flung it open: There was a wait which seemed an eternity, and then through the doorway came a girl, slim and grave and beautiful. “My God!” whispered T. X. “Grace Lexman!” CHAPTER XXIII They went out and left them alone, two people who found in this moment a heaven which is not beyond the reach of humanity, but which is seldom attained to. Belinda Mary had an eager audience all to her very self. “Of course she didn't die,” she said scornfully. “Kara was playing on his fears all the time. He never even harmed her--in the way Mr. Lexman feared. He told Mrs. Lexman that her husband was dead just as he told John Lexman his wife was gone. What happened was that he brought her back to England--” “Who?” asked T. X., incredulously. “Grace Lexman,” said the girl, with a smile. “You wouldn't think it possible, but when you realize that he had a yacht of his own and that he could travel up from whatever landing place he chose to his house in Cadogan Square by motorcar and that he could take her straight away into his cellar without disturbing his household, you'll understand that the only difficulty he had was in landing her. It was in the lower cellar that I found her.” “You found her in the cellar?” demanded the Chief Commissioner. The girl nodded.