'I see! I see!' roared Tinkler, purple with excitement. 'Mosk is the guilty man!' 'Quite so,' rejoined Baltic, unmoved. 'You have hit upon the right man at last.' 'So Bill Mosk shot Jentham. Oh, Lord! Damme! Why?' 'Don't swear, Mr Inspector, and I'll tell you. Mosk committed the murder to get the two hundred pounds. I suspected Mosk almost from the beginning. The man was almost always drunk and frequently in tears. I found out while at The Derby Winner that he could not pay his rent shortly before Jentham's murder. After the crime I learned from Sir Harry Brace, the landlord, that Mosk had paid his rent. When Mr Gabriel told me about the lending of the pistol and the changing of the note, I went to Sir Harry's bank, and there, Mr Inspector, I discovered that the bank-notes with which he paid his rent were those given by the bishop to Jentham. On that evidence, on the evidence of the pistol, on the evidence that Mosk was absent at Southberry on the night of the murder, I ask you to obtain a warrant and arrest the man this afternoon.' 'I shall see a magistrate about it at once,' fussed Tinkler, tearing up his now useless memoranda. 'Bill Mosk! Damme! Bill Mosk! I never should have thought a drunken hound like him would have the pluck to do it. Hang me if I did!' 'I don't call it pluck to shoot an unarmed man, Mr Inspector. It is rather the act of a coward.' 'Coward or not, he must swing for it,' growled Tinkler. 'Mr Baltic, sir, I am proud of you. You have done what I could not do myself. Take my hand and my thanks, sir. Become a detective, sir, and learn our trade. When you know our business you will do wonders, sir, wonders!' In the same patronising way a rush-light might have congratulated the sun on his illuminating powers and have advised him to become--a penny candle. CHAPTER XXXIV THE WAGES OF SIN