But then it occurred to me that there might be a search in the room, and that the clothes might betray me.

I threw open the window, reopening by my violence a small cut which I had inflicted upon myself in the bedroom that morning.

Then I seized my coat, which was weighted by the coppers which I had just transferred to it from the leather bag in which I carried my takings.

I hurled it out of the window, and it disappeared into the Thames.

The other clothes would have followed, but at that moment there was a rush of constables up the stair, and a few minutes after I found, rather, I confess, to my relief, that instead of being identified as Mr.
Neville St.Clair, I was arrested as his murderer.
"I do not know that there is anything else for me to explain.