Busham went green and gasped, "All the property to you!" He snatched up the will and hastily read it over. "I see it does," was his answer; then after a pause he cast an evil look on Mrs. Moxton, and opened a drawer of his desk. Evidently he was about to bring forward his accusation. "Since you have shown me the will, I have something equally interesting to show you," said he, quietly. "What do you think of this, Mrs. Moxton?" And on the table he laid a bone-handled carving-knife, on the blade of which were dull, dark stains of blood. CHAPTER XIII MRS MOXTON'S SURRENDER The widow turned pale when she saw the knife, and, unable to speak, looked at Ellis. The doctor understood that pleading glance and at once threw himself into the breach. "Where did you get this?" he asked Busham, sharply. The lawyer, scenting an enemy, looked mistrustfully at the speaker out of his rat's eyes. "Your pardon, sir, who are you?" he demanded, with a kind of snarl in his voice. "I am Dr. Ellis, who examined the body of Moxton. I am also the friend of Mrs. Moxton, and I came here to assist in this interview." "And suppose I refuse to allow you to assist?" "In that case, I shall know how to account for your possession of that knife." Busham gave a kind of screech, and threw himself halfway across the table, shaking with anger. "You dare to insinuate that I killed my cousin?" he asked, in a whisper. "Why not; you were with your cousin on that night." "It is a lie!" "It is the truth!" cried Mrs. Moxton, finding her voice. "Rudolph saw you following Edgar from the station." "And who is Rudolph?" "Monsieur Zirknitz, my brother." "Another of your shady gang. I dare you to--" "Speak more civilly," interrupted Ellis, starting up, "or I shall twist that lean neck of yours." At once the innate cowardice of Busham became apparent. Shaking and white, he dropped back into his chair, terrified at the doctor's angry look and menace. Yet, withal, he could not curb his venomous tongue. "Violence," he gasped. "You do well, Mrs. Moxton, to bring your bully here." "What! You will have it!" cried Ellis, angrily. Busham flung himself out of his chair, and shot up one of the dirty windows. "Another step and I call the police," he whispered. "Do so, and I shall give you in charge." "Me in charge, and for what?" "For killing Moxton. You were with him shortly before his death." With a scared look Busham drew down the window and returned to his desk. "I am safe from your violence I hope?" he said, looking apprehensively at Ellis. "So long as you are civil to Mrs. Moxton I won't touch you," replied the doctor, coolly, and in his turn sat down. "He! he!" laughed Busham, nervously rubbing his hands, "it will be as well to conduct this interview quietly." "I think so," observed Mrs. Moxton, with an expressive glance at the knife, "for your own sake." "Say rather for yours, Mrs. Moxton." "What do you mean?"