In a matter of a second or two I believe I thought of everything. I did not overlook the danger of leaving finger-prints or foot-marks about. I had not taken off my gloves, and my boots were perfectly dry. In climbing into the room I was most careful to see that I did not mark the window-sill or scratch the paintwork ... I stood beside the body and I caught the dead man’s hand. It was fat and soft and still warm. The touch of it made me reel with horror. I turned my face away from his so as not to see his eyes again.... I got the silencer. Parrish had shown it to me and I knew how to detach it.... I went back through the window as carefully as I had come in. And I pushed the window down. Parrish would have done that, I thought, if he had meant to commit suicide. And then my nerve went. The window frightened me. The blank glass with the silent room beyond;—it reminded me of Parrish’s sightless gaze. I turned and ran.... I did not mean to kill. As there is a God in ... On that unfinished sentence the confession ended. Mr. Bardy put the bundle of manuscript down on the desk and, dropping his eyeglass from his eye, caught it deftly and began to polish it vigorously with his pocket handkerchief. As no one spoke, he said: “That’s all. It ends there!” He looked round the circle of earnest faces. Then Horace Trevert crossed to the desk. “Robin,” he said, and held out his hand, “I want to apologize. I ... we ... behaved very badly ...” Robin grasped the boy’s hand. “Not a word about that, Horace, old boy,” he said. “Besides, Mary is putting all that right, you know!” “She told me,” replied Horace; “and, Robin, I’m tremendously glad!” “Mr. Greve!” Robin turned to find Mr. Manderton, large and impressive, at his elbow. “Might I have a word with you?” Robin followed the detective across the room to the window. Mr. Manderton seemed a trifle embarrassed. “Er—- Mr. Greve,” he said, clearing his throat rather nervously, “I should like to—er,—offer you my congratulations on the remarkably accurate view you took of this case. I should have been able to prove to you, I believe, but for this curious interruption, that your view and mine practically coincided. It has been a pleasure to work with you, sir!” He cast a hasty glance over his shoulder at the other occupants of the room, who were gathered round the desk. “I’m not a society man, Mr. Greve,” he added, “and I have a lot of work on my hands regarding the case. So I think I’ll run off now ...” He broke off, gave Robin a large hand, and, looking neither to right nor to left, made a hurried exit from the room, taking Inspector Humphries with him.