The German bit his cigar through, and a portion fell on the floor. "I know nothing of any forged bill," he said angrily. "That bill," resumed Ellis, calmly, "was placed by Moxton in a red pocket-book." Here Schwartz started and groaned. "Zirknitz saw him put it there. When the clothes of the corpse were examined, that pocket-book was missing; and, strange to say, Mr. Schwartz, it was found to-day in your desk at Goethe Cottage." "In my desk!" gasped the man. "Who--who found it there?" "Miss Gordon. For a jest, Miss Garret opened all the drawers of your desk, because you were foolish enough to leave your keys behind. Miss Gordon closed them again. In the lowest drawer she saw and recognised the pocket-book of her brother-in-law. That book is now in her possession--or rather, in mine, as she gave it to me." There was silence for a few moments, and Schwartz breathed heavily. "What do you want me to do?" he said sullenly. "Confess your guilt." "And if I do--what then?" "Then you must write out and sign a confession as to how you killed Edgar Moxton, and why." "To hang myself, I suppose?" said Schwartz, who was growing alarmingly red in the face. "No; Miss Gordon is too much indebted to you to wish for your death. Write the confession, and then fly from England. Thus Mrs. Moxton will be exonerated, and you will be safe." "Ach! it is goot of Chanet," said Schwartz, thickly; "it is--it is--ah--ah!" He tried to rise from his seat, but suddenly gave a choking cry, and fell back, purple in the face, with staring eyes and foam on his lips. Ellis rapidly unloosened the old man's cravat, tore off his collar, and threw open the door. "Come here, someone," he cried. "Herr Schwartz is in a fit!" CHAPTER XXIV THE TRUTH When Schwartz recovered from the fit, he was taken home in a cab, and for the time being Ellis saw no more of him. He was really puzzled how to act, for the man was evidently guilty, as he had not denied the crime. For the sake of Janet, who had received benefits at the hands of Schwartz, the doctor did not wish to denounce him to the police. If he left behind him a written confession exonerating Mrs. Moxton, Ellis was quite content that he should seek safety in flight. Certainly he had murdered a man, and although his victim was a worthless scoundrel, still there was no excuse to be made for so heinous a crime. But would hanging Schwartz do any good? Ellis thought not, neither did Cass, nor Janet. "If it was Busham," said Harry, "I would see him swing with the greatest pleasure, for he is a thoroughly bad lot; but Schwartz has so many good qualities that I should like to give him a chance of repentance."