He broke the brittle wax of the dead woman's letter, and drew forth a sheet of thin foreign note-paper, the ink on which was somewhat faded. Swiftly he scanned the lines of brown ink; then, while looking for May Brodie's signature, he saw in addition to this another name at the bottom of of the document--"Muriel Mortimer." "Impossible!" he gasped. "Surely this is not a dream! Look! Read this!" He handed the missive to Cator, who, together with the woman who had just bidden him a last farewell, read it through eagerly. "It is the truth!" cried Claudia wildly, a moment later, rushing towards him, throwing her clinging arms about his neck, kissing him passionately, and shedding tears of joy. "You are innocent, Dudley! innocent! Think, think! The truth is written there in the presence of a witness. _You are innocent_!" Some time elapsed before Dudley could grasp the whole of the facts. What he held in his trembling fingers was a statement written by May Lennox three years before. It began in a somewhat rambling manner, was dated from Kapurthala, and had been written after the doctors had pronounced her to be suffering from incurable consumption. The important paragraph, however, penned in an unsteady hand and rather smeared, read as follows: "And now, as I know that before very long I must die, I have resolved to confess to you the whole truth. I knew too well of my father's relations with the Turkish and Italian Governments, and I knew how he induced you to procure for him photographs of the Anglo-Russian agreement in the East, offering myself to you as a bribe. I was helpless in his hands; he used me as his decoy in the various capitals, and often accomplished important _coups_ of espionage with my assistance. But the photographs you furnished to him proved to be those of quite unimportant despatches, and utterly valueless. The photographs of the actual despatches wanted by Tewfik were procured by a person named Peynton in the employ of the Foreign Office, who has since died. My father, however, believed that you wilfully endeavoured to mislead him and intended to expose him; hence his fierce antagonism, which caused him to lay in wait for you in that lonely path near Godalming. As I had gained knowledge of his intention to harm you, I went down there and watched his movements. I was present, hidden in the shadow behind a rail only a few paces from the spot--at the point where, you will remember, the police found the weeds down-trodden and other signs of the presence of a third person. I overheard his suggestion to you, and your refusal; I saw him draw his knife with intent to strike you. I watched your struggle, and in the course of the fracas his revolver fell unnoticed from his pocket. As you were both close to me at that moment I was enabled to reach the weapon. Then I saw that your strength was failing, and you fired at him. You missed. I believe I know the very tree in which your bullet lodged.