I wash my hands of the whole affair.

You are a detective; let me see what you will make of a case which has baffled you twice!" and Denzil, with rage in his heart, went off, laughing at the discomfiture of Link.
At that moment the detective hated his successful rival with his whole heart.
Lucian took a hansom to the Royal John Hotel in Kensington, where Diana, in a great state of alarm, was reading the evening papers, which contained short notices of Ferruci's death.

On seeing her lover, she hurried forward anxiously and caught him by the hand.
"Lucian, I am so glad you have come!" she cried, leading him to a chair.
"I sent messages both to Geneva Square and Sergeant's Inn, but you were neither at your lodgings nor in your office." "I was better employed, my dear," said Lucian, with a weary sigh, for he was quite worn out with fatigue and anxiety.

"I have been with Link, telling him about Ferruci's death, and being blamed as the cause of it." "You blamed! And why ?" said Diana, with just indignation.
"Because I forced Ferruci to confess the truth, and when he saw that there was every chance of his being put into jail for his villainy, he went to his bedroom and took poison.

You know, Mrs.Clear said the man was something of a chemist, so I suppose he prepared the poison himself.
It was very swift in its action, for he dropped dead before I could recover my presence of mind." "Lucian! this is terrible!" cried Diana, wringing her hands.
"You may well say that," he replied gloomily.