"Mrs. Basket announced you as Mrs. Moxton," he said, with some hesitation; "but, Ellis tells me, you are Miss Gordon?" "Yes, I am Miss Gordon. But there is no need to let that tattling woman know the truth, she would only make mischief. Dr. Ellis is away?" "Just went out ten minutes ago to see a patient. I expect him back in an hour." "I cannot wait," said Janet, feverishly. "My sister will want me. You will do, Mr. Cass. Dr. Ellis informed me that you knew all about this business." "I know everything, Miss Gordon. Anything I can do--" "Did Dr. Ellis tell you about the red pocket-book?" "Yes. You say it was taken from the dead body. What of it?" Janet took the book out of her pocket and placed it on the table. "There it is," she said triumphantly. "All the papers have been taken out of it. But that is the pocket-book which the murderer stole from the corpse." "Great Heavens! How did it come into your possession?" "I found it by chance in the desk of Herr Schwartz." Cass started. "Do you mean to say that Schwartz is the murderer?" "I do. If he is not, how could he become possessed of that book?" "It is strong circumstantial evidence certainly," said Cass, after a pause. "But Schwartz--it is incredible! I always considered him such a good fellow." "He is, he is," said Janet, with emotion. "He has been a good friend to me. I can't conceive him guilty. Even if he is, I do not wish him punished. Let him write out a confession exonerating my sister, that is all I want." "If he does that he puts the rope round his own neck, Miss Gordon. If your sister is to be exonerated and saved from the malignity of Busham, the confession would have to be made public." "Then what is to be done?" "I cannot say at present. If you will leave the pocket-book to me I will speak to Ellis, and we can come to some decision." "Certainly I will give you the book," said Janet, rising. "I have every confidence in you and Dr. Ellis." "Thank you. Would you mind explaining precisely how you came into possession of the pocket-book?" "Not at all," said Janet, and she related, in a concise manner, how Hilda's prank with the desk had led to the discovery of the book. Having given Cass all possible information, and answered all possible questions, Janet, tired out with her emotions, and with the unusual exercise, took her leave. Cass accompanied her to the door, and promised to inform her of all that should happen in connection with this new piece of evidence. Somewhat relieved, Janet went home to Myrtle Villa.