"
"A day or two ago I would have said the same. But things are taking on
a different aspect. And with their change, Morris will change. He had
no idea of what was to come, or he would not have done what he has
done."
"No criminal would," said Pendleton.
Ashton-Kirk shrugged his shoulders at this, but made no direct reply.
"And now if these newspapers, with all their pointed references to
Edyth Vale, do not make the man come forward," he went on, "what is
about to happen--say within the next forty-eight hours--will be sure
to do so."
Pendleton turned a surprised look upon him.
"You think, then, that something unusual is about to happen?"
"I _know_ there is," was the quiet reply. "To-night, old chap, has
been most prolific in results. It has indicated why the murder was
done; it has suggested the identity of the actual murderer; it has
even pointed out the spot upon which we shall finally take him."
"You really mean all that?" cried Pendleton, incredulously.
"I do."
"Then you must have learned it at some time while I was not--" here
Pendleton paused, and then proceeded in another tone. "But you have
_not_ been out of my sight since dinner. Everything you have heard, I
have heard; all that you have seen, I have seen.
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