"On eleven. I did hear the clock of the station strike when I was enraged with Edgar." "And Moxton was drunk?" inquired Ellis, anxiously. "He was straight drunk, for he could walk; and cross-drunk, assuredly, since he wished to fight with me. But I care not for boxing," said Mr. Zirknitz, gracefully. "And I go home to bed before twelve of the clock, like a good little boy. Aha, monsieur, you think I kill Edgar, do you not? _Eh bien!_ You demand of my landlady if I was not in my bed before twelve of the clock. I did not kill our poor Edgar. Why should I when he owes me twenty pounds? _Cher_ Ellis, you are in the wrong box." "You had better wait until I accuse you before excusing yourself," said Ellis, drily. "But even with this story of Busham having been at Dukesfield, I do not see how you can be certain of his guilt." "Eh? To me it appears clear. This clever Busham wanted the money of his uncle, and murdered Edgar to get it." "But, Rudolph, at that time Mr. Busham knew that a second will had been made." "Most certainly, _chère_ Laura. If no second will had been made, this excellent Busham would not have killed Edgar." "We can say nothing for certain until we see Busham," said Ellis, after a pause, "but there is one thing probable, Mrs. Moxton. If Busham accuses you in any way we can turn the tables on him." "You call on Busham, Laura." "To-morrow. I must see about the will." "And the money," smiled Rudolph. "Eh, _ma s[oe]ur_, forget not the most important thing." "To you, perhaps, not to me," replied Mrs. Moxton, with contempt. "My object is to get free of all this trouble." "Of course. I will help you; eh, most certainly. But ask me not to meet the police. I do not like the police. For if--" "Monsieur Zirknitz," said Ellis, cutting short this speech, "how came it that your name was indicated on the dead man's arm?" The Austrian was in no wise discomposed by this remark. "Ah, Laura spoke to me of that. I do not know; I cannot say. But I think, ah, _ma foi_, I think." "What do you think, Rudolph?" "My sister, I quarrelled with your good husband at the Dukesfield Station, and he went away enraged with me. When Busham struck him in the back--" "You can't be sure of that," interrupted Ellis, impatiently. "Eh, but I am sure," insisted Zirknitz, politely; "and Edgar, not seeing who stabbed him so cruelly, thought that I did so. Then he wrote on his arm to tell Laura." "But why in cryptographic signs?" "That I cannot say. The sign of a lizard was always the good Edgar's little jest on me. For my name is that of a town in my country where there are many lizards. Edgar found it in a book and always jested. Very little jests pleased the good Moxton. But now I must go," said Zirknitz, rising. "I have told you all you wish. My sister, do you desire me to speak more? No! My good doctor, have you a policeman without for my arrest? No! Ah, then I will take my leave. Not _adieu_, dear friends, but _au revoir_."