I let him in and he tried to get the confession, for I told him what I had done." "Who did you tell ?" asked Hope, much excited.
Mrs.Jasher took no notice.
"The confession is lying on my desk--all the sheets of paper are loose.
I had no time to bind them together, for he came in.

He wanted the emerald, and the confession.

I told him that I had given the emerald to you, Random, and that I had confessed all in writing.

Then he went mad and flew at me with a dreadful knife.

He knocked over the candles and the lamp.