Part 23 (1/2)

”At the Priory.”

”Is this a joke?” cried Morley angrily. ”If so, it is a very poor one, Ware. The man who lives at the Priory is my friend Franklin----”

”He is also the man who was in the church on New Year's Eve--the man who killed Daisy, as I truly believe.”

Giles went on to state what his reasons were for this belief. All at once Morley started to his feet. ”Ah! I know now why something about him seemed to be familiar to me. What a fool I am! I believe you are right, Ware.”

”What? That he is this man Wilson?”

”I don't know what his former name was,” replied Morley, with a shrug, ”but now you mention it I fancy he is the man who served the summons on me.”

”You ought to know,” said Ware dryly; ”you saw him in this room, and in a good light.”

”True enough, Ware; but all the time he kept his collar up and that white scarf round his throat. His chin was quite buried in it. And then he had a rough red--wig, shall we say? and a red beard. I didn't trouble to ask him to make himself comfortable. All I wanted was to get him out of the way. But I remember his black eyes. Franklin has eyes like that, and sometimes I catch myself wondering where I have seen him before. He tells me he has lived in Florence these six years and more. I fancied that when I was a detective I might have seen him, but he insisted that he had not been to London for years and years. He originally came from the States. And I was once a detective! Good Lord, how I have lost my old cleverness! But to be sure I have been idle these ten years.”

”Then you think Franklin is this man?”

”I think so, but of course I can't be sure. Naturally he will deny that he is, and I can't prove the matter myself. But I tell you what, Ware,”

said Morley suddenly, ”get that woman Wilson lodged with down, and see if she will recognize Franklin as her former lodger. She, if any one, will know him, and perhaps throw him off his guard.”

Ware rose. ”A very good idea,” he said. ”I'll write to her at once. I am certain this is the man, especially as he has inherited Daisy's money.

He killed her in order to get the fortune, and that was why he kept asking Asher's office boy about money left to people.”

”Ah!” Morley looked thoughtful. ”So that was the motive, you think?”

”I am sure of it, and a quite strong enough motive for many people,”

said Ware grimly. ”If Mrs. Benker can verify this man, I'll have him arrested. He will have to explain why he came here instead of the office boy, and why he fled on that night.”

”Yes, yes!” cried Morley excitedly. ”And he might perhaps explain why the governess helped him to escape.”

”Ah!” Giles' face fell. ”So he might; but if he dares to inculpate her in this crime----”

”Ware,” said Morley, laying his hand on the young man's shoulder, ”if I were you I should do nothing rash. Every one thinks that Miss Denham is guilty. If this Franklin is the man who fled with her, he will accuse her to save himself. Certainly there is the motive of the money, but that might be explained away.”

”I don't see how it can.”

”Nor I; still, there is always the chance. Again, he may take alarm--always presuming he is the man--and fly. I tell you what, Ware, you bring Mrs. Benker down, and take her into the grounds of the Priory.

I will arrange that Franklin, without suspecting her or us, shall meet her, accidentally, at some place where we can hide. Then we can overhear if he is the man or not.”

”He'll deny that he is.”

”Why should he? There is nothing, so far as he knows, that Mrs. Benker can lay hold of. If he is the man he will admit his ident.i.ty, if not, he will explain who he is. Whereas if we show ourselves and show that we suspect him, he will be on his guard. No, Ware; better let the woman meet him by chance.”

”It's a good plan,” replied Giles, shaking hands heartily with Morley.

”I am delighted that you should co-operate with me. We will yet prove that Anne is innocent.”

”I hope so,” cried his host, slapping Giles on the back. ”Off with you, Ware, to do your part. I'll attend to Franklin. But say no word of our plan to any one. Upon my word,” cried he jubilantly, ”I feel just as though I were in the profession again.” And thus laughing and joking, he sent his visitor away in the best of spirits.