The experience was so disturbing that he went across the intervening space to meet Charles, and laid a hand upon his arm.
"I suppose you know you are wanted by the police ?" he said.
"I am aware of it," was the quiet reply.

"I was going to give myself up." "Did you come back to Cornwall for that purpose ?" asked the detective, shooting another puzzled glance at him.
"I came back to try and discover the truth." "About what ?" "About my uncle's death." "And have you discovered it ?" "I have." Barrant did not understand the young man's attitude, or the tone of heartfelt relief in which he uttered these words, but he felt that the conversation in its present form had gone far enough.
"Do you propose to tell me the truth ?" he asked, with a slight cynical emphasis on the last word.
"I do." Barrant's surprise kept him silent for a moment, but when he spoke he was very incisive-- "In that case it is my duty to warn you--" "There is no need to warn me," Charles quickly interrupted.

"I know.

Any statement I make will be taken down and used against me.

That's the formula, isn't it, or something to that effect?
Let us go into the house--my story will take some time in the telling." He made this request as a right rather than a favour, and Barrant found himself turning in at the gate with him.