"Yes," snuffled Jerry. "I saw him go in. I then went to the theatre, and Mr. Beryl came out to see me. I told him, and he said I was to bring Sir Bernard to the Square." "In any case, Beryl intended Sir Bernard should be brought there on that night?" "Yes. About eleven o'clock or a little earlier. And I waited outside on that night and----" "You needn't explain that," said Gore, turning his head. "I remember how you drew me to the place. Did Beryl tell you to speak of the Red Light?" "Yes. He said you would come if I talked of a lady and the Red Window. And Sir Simon had arranged the red light with a lamp and a handkerchief, Mr. Beryl told me afterwards. I didn't know it on the night. All I had to do was to bring you to the Square." "And what about the whistle you gave?" "That was to let Mr. Beryl know you were outside?" "Was Beryl in the house at that time?" "No," said Jerry, after a few moments of thought. "He should have been there, but he afterwards told me that he had come earlier and had gone away." "Did he intend to murder Sir Simon?" "I can't say," replied the boy, doubtfully. "He made that chap, Gilroy, dress up as you, and court the housemaid. His idea was to get Sir Simon to think you were making love to Jane. I think he wished to bring you to the house, so that on seeing the red light you might go in, and then Sir Simon would have quarrelled with you for loving Jane. I don't think he intended murder. But Michael Gilroy came and saw Sir Simon, and then bolted when he saw the Italian, thinking he was a detective. He told Mr. Beryl that the next day!" "Who came to the house on that night, Jerry? State the time they came also." Jerry thought again. "The Italian came first, and while he was in the room, about ten I think, Michael came. Then Michael bolted, and the Italian followed. Then shortly after ten Mr. Beryl came from the theatre----" "Did you see him?" "No," rejoined Jerry, tartly. "How could I? I was leading you then." "Didn't you see Beryl at all that night--I mean again after you saw him to tell him where Sir Bernard was?" "Yes, I did," said Jerry, rubbing his legs which were sore. "I may as well tell the truth. Just as we turned into Crimea Square, Sir Bernard, I brushed past Mr. Beryl." "How could you recognize him in the fog?" "I did. I saw him under a lamp. He was going back to the theatre and was very pale. Then I cut to look after Sir Bernard. I gave the whistle and then I cleared. Next day Mr. Beryl told me all that had taken place." "Did you think he had committed the crime?" "No, I thought that Michael had. He had forged a check, and I thought that he would quarrel with Sir Simon and kill him." The boy spoke in all earnestness, so apparently Julius had been clever enough to keep the fact of his own guilt secret. But for the handkerchief it would have been difficult to have accused him. Conniston asked a final question. "How much do you get for all this?" "Two thousand pounds if Michael died."