"Find out all about the life of Mrs. Krill before she married Krill and came to Christchurch. She's the daughter of a farmer. You'll find the name in this." Hurd passed along a copy of the marriage certificate which Mrs. Krill had given to Pash. "Anne Tyler is her maiden name. Find out what you can. She was married to Krill at Beechill, Bucks." Miss Qian took the copy of the certificate and departed, grumbling at the amount of work she had to do to earn her share of the reward. Hurd, on his part, took the underground train to Liverpool Street Station, and then travelled to Jubileetown. He arrived there at twelve o'clock and was greeted by Paul. "I've been watching for you all the morning," said Beecot, who looked flushed and eager. "Sylvia and I have made such a discovery." Hurd nodded good-humoredly as he entered the house and shook hands with the girl. "Miss Norman has been doing some detective business on her own account," he said, smiling. "Hullo, who is this?" He made this remark, because Mrs. Purr, sitting in a corner of the room with red eyes, rose and dropped a curtsey. "I'm called to tell you what I do tell on my Bible oath," said Mrs. Purr, with fervor. "Mrs. Purr can give some valuable evidence," said Paul, quickly. "Oh, can she? Then I'll hear what she has to say later. First, I must clear the ground by telling you and Miss Norman what I have discovered at Christchurch." So Mrs. Purr, rather unwillingly, for she felt the importance of her position, was bundled out of the room, and Hurd sat down to relate his late adventures. This he did clearly and slowly, and was interrupted frequently by exclamations of astonishment from his two hearers. "So there," said the detective, when finishing, "you have the beginning of the end." "Then you think that Mrs. Krill killed her husband?" asked Paul, dubiously. "I can't say for certain," was the cautious reply; "but I think so, on the face of the evidence which you have heard. What do you say?" "Don't say anything," said Sylvia, before Paul could reply. "Mr. Hurd had better read this paper. It was found by Deborah in an old box belonging to my father, which was brought from Gwynne Street." She gave the detective several sheets of blue foolscap pinned together and closely written in the shaky handwriting of Aaron Norman. Hurd looked at it rather dubiously. "What is it?" he asked. "The paper referred to in that unfinished scrap of writing which was discovered behind the safe," explained Paul. "Norman evidently wrote it out, and placed it in his pocket, where he forgot it. Deborah found it in an old coat, she discovered in a box of clothes brought from Gwynne Street. They were Norman's clothes and his box, and should have been left behind." "Debby won't hear of that," said Sylvia, laughing. "She says Mrs. Krill has got quite enough, and she took all she could."