Suddenly the smirking creature was transformed into a furious beast. "I know that he killed Miss Elsa, he did!" shouted Jerry; and the man outside was instantly on the alert to run in and aid his master. "Aye! She was a beauty, and he broke her heart. I hoped to have made her Mrs. Jerry Hutt," he added, with a sob, "but that wicked Mr. Marshall he had her put in the ground. I'll never see her again! But I want to lay him by the heels. I do, quite as much as master does; and that bill of exchange will do it. "Ah! you know all about the bill of exchange, then?" Jerry nodded. "I listened after you went away, and I know it was the same as they spoke of at the time of the murder. Ugh!" he shivered, "that were a gory murder, bless my soul!" "We will leave the bill alone for the time being, Jerry, and talk of something else--that beautiful breastpin, for instance! Where did you get the thing from, Mr. Hutt?" Hutt blinked, quite pleased that Mr. Heron should admire his jewellery. "I picked it up," he said, nodding. "It wasn't a pin, but I made it one myself." "And where did you pick it up, Jerry?" He shook his head. "I can't tell you that," he snapped, and frowned. "Well, I know that you picked it up not far from the Turnpike House, my friend, and that you dropped the other part of the link under the window." "The window!" gasped Jerry, turning almost blue with suppressed fear. "Yes; the window of the Turnpike House through which you killed Jenner." Hutt stared blankly at him, his eyes starting from his head. Then he gave vent to a long howl like that of a beaten dog, and slipped on to his knees. "Oh, don't hurt me!" he sobbed. "I never did anything! I'll tell you all. I'm frightened--the master said I'd be caught some day!" "Then you did kill him!" Heron almost shouted. "No, I didn't," snuffled the man. "You can't hang me for not doing what I didn't do! Here!" loosening the breastpin, "you can have it." He threw it to Heron. "I don't want to be put in gaol, please--please!" His dim brain had seized upon the idea--from the few words Heron had spoken--that the gentleman knew all, and could hang him. CHAPTER XXIX. THE END OF THE TURNPIKE HOUSE.