CHAPTER XXXIV.
THE HANDS OF JUSTICE.
Calton's voice faltered a little when he read those last sad words, and laid the manuscript down on the table, amid a dead silence, which was first broken by Brian.
"Thank God," he said, reverently, "thank God that he was innocent of the crime!"
"So," said Calton, a little cynically, "the riddle which has perplexed us so long is read, and the Sphinx is silent for evermore."
"I knew he was incapable of such a thing," cried Chinston, whom emotion had hitherto kept silent.
Meanwhile Kilsip listened to these eulogistic remarks on the dead man, and purred to himself, in a satisfied sort of way, like a cat who has caught a mouse.
"You see, sir," he said, addressing the barrister, "I was right after all."
"Yes," answered Calton, frankly, "I acknowledge my defeat, but now——"
"I'm going to arrest Moreland right off," said Kilsip.
There was silence for a few moments, and then Calton spoke again.
"I suppose it must be so—poor girl—poor girl."
"I am very sorry for the young lady myself," said the detective in his soft, low voice, "but you see I cannot let a dangerous criminal escape for a mere matter of sentiment."
"Of course not," said Fitzgerald, sharply. "Moreland must be arrested right off."
"But he will confess everything," said Calton, angrily, "and then every one will know about this first marriage."
"Let them," retorted Brian, bitterly. "As soon as she is well enough we will marry at once, and leave Australia forever."
"But——"
"I know her better than you do," said the young man, doggedly; "and I know she would like an end made of this whole miserable business at once. Arrest the murderer, and let him suffer for his crime."
