ree bones and the ring.

"Thus the identity of the body is established beyond all doubt, and the
question that remains is, Who killed John Bellingham? It may be
remembered that a trinket, apparently broken from his watch-chain, was
found in the grounds of this house on the day that he disappeared, and
that he was never again seen alive. What may be the import of these
facts time will show."

That was all; but it was enough. I dropped the paper to the ground and
glanced round furtively at Jervis, who sat gazing gloomily at the toes
of his boots. It was horrible! It was incredible! The blow was so
crushing that it left my faculties numb, and for a while I seemed
unable even to think intelligibly.

I was aroused by Thorndyke's voice--calm, business-like, composed:

"Time will show, indeed! But meanwhile we must go warily. And don't
be unduly alarmed, Berkeley. Go home, take a good dose of bromide with
a little stimulant, and turn in. I am afraid this has been rather a
shock to you."

I rose from my chair like one in a dream and held out my hand to
Thorndyke; and even in the dim light and in my dazed condition I
noticed that his face bore a look that I had never seen before; the
look of a granite mask of Fate--grim, stern, inexorable.

My two friends walked with me as far as the gateway at the top of Inner
Temple Lane, and as we reached the entry a stranger, coming quickly up
the Lane, overtook and passed us. In the glare of the lamp outside the
porter's lodge he looked at us quickly over his shoulder, and though he
passed on without halt or greeting, I recognized him with a certain
dull surprise which I did not understand then and do not understand
now. It was Mr. Jellicoe.

I shook hands once more with my friends and strode out into Fleet
Street, but as soon as I was outside the gate I made direct for
Nevill's Court. What was in my mind I do not know; only that some
instinct of protection led me there, where my lady lay unconscious of
the hideous menace that hung over her. At the entrance to the Court a
tall, powerful man was lounging against the wall, and he seemed to look
at me curiously as I passed; but I hardly noticed him and strode
forward into the narrow passage. By the shabby gateway of the house I
halted and looked up at such of the windows as I could see over the
wall. They were all dark. All the inmates, then, were in bed.
Vaguely comforted by this, I walked on to the New Street end o