“You brought it to The Monastery to trap me,” said the man resolutely. “I did not,” she retorted equally resolutely, and the two argued the question on and on and on until Alan and Dick both felt their heads reeling. For almost an hour the conversation continued, Latimer sometimes putting in a question, and sometimes Alan suggesting an explanation. But every time, the result was that Miss Grison refused to acknowledge that she had taken the peacock to Belstone. Then, while they were in the full tide of talk, she rose unexpectedly, and pointed towards the door. “Come in, come in,” she almost shouted, “this is the beast.” Inspector Moon appeared, and behind him were two policemen in plain clothes. CHAPTER XV THE BLACK BAG Sorley shivered and shrank back when he saw the uniform of Inspector Moon and the two men behind him. Miss Grison, with an exulting look on her hard face, pointed to her prey, glorying in the way she had trapped him. And that it was a trap, Fuller now truly believed, since the police had appeared at so opportune a moment for the capture. “There he is,” cried the woman excitedly; “take him away, the beast!” Moon moved forward and laid a heavy hand on the shoulder of the wretched man, who moaned and trembled at the fatal touch. “I arrest you, Randolph Sorley, in the name of the King, for the murder of Baldwin Grison,” he said in unemotional tones, and reciting the regulation formula; “anything you say now will be used in evidence against you.” “I am innocent, I am innocent,” was all that Sorley could say. “And upon my soul I believe he is,” murmured Alan softly to Dick. “If so it is just as well to have the whole matter threshed out in a proper manner,” rejoined the reporter. “How did you come here, Mr. Inspector?” Miss Grison replied before the officer could open his mouth. “I telephoned for him,” she said sharply. “You thought that I left the room to take medicine, but it was to send for the police.” “Then you were not ill?” said Latimer taken aback. “No,” she answered coolly; “it was all acting; didn’t I act well?” “I told you she was a wicked woman,” moaned Sorley, who stood passively between the two plain-clothes men. “Wicked!” repeated Miss Grison with scorn; “if I am wicked, what are you?” Inspector Moon made a sign that she should be silent, and explained his speedy presence quietly. “Miss Grison telephoned to me at Rotherhithe,” he said; “and as I happened to have business in the Bow Street police office my clerk repeated the telephonic message to that place. I was thus enabled to drive here in a cab with my men, in spite of the fog, although I must say that we drove very slowly. However,” he looked at Sorley, “we are in excellent time. May I ask what you two gentlemen are doing here?” “We brought Mr. Sorley to see Miss Grison at his request,” said Latimer. “You should have sent for me as this lady did,” rebuked Moon sharply.