one another I suppose. Don't interrupt--I am going. Write quickly,
Cuthbert." Then with a gasp Caranby resumed: "I halted to get breath
near the large oak which the fire spared. I heard a rustling, and a
woman came out of the shadow of the tree. I wondered who she was and
where she had come from. The moon then came out brightly, and I
recognized her face with a sensation almost of terror. It was Emilia."

"How did you recognize her after all these years?"

"By her Jewish look, and especially by the eyebrows. Moreover, she
revealed herself to me when dying."

"What happened?" asked Yeo, sharply.

"I was standing with the knife in my hand. Emilia, seeing that I was
an intruder, came swiftly towards me. She had a revolver in her hand
but did not fire. She cried out something and rushed at me. In doing
this she came straight against the knife. I was holding it
instinctively in an attitude of defence, with the point outward. She
rushed at me to bear me down by the weight and force of her charge, and
the next moment she dropped to the ground dying."

"She was not dead then?"

"No! not for the moment. I knelt beside her and whispered 'Emilia!'
She opened her eyes and smiled. Then she replied, 'Emilia--yes!' and
died. I did not know what to do. Then it struck me that I might be
arrested for the crime, though it really was no crime. Had she not
rushed at me, had I not been holding the knife, she would not have met
with her death. I wonder she did not fire, seeing she had a pistol."

"Perhaps she recognized you," said Yeo, glancing at Cuthbert, who was
writing rapidly.

"No. Had she done so, she would never have attempted to hurt me. She
thought I was some spy searching for the factory, and without giving
herself time to think dashed forward, believing I would give way and
fly. It was all over in a second. I made up my mind to go at once. I
did not even wait to pick up the knife, but climbed the wall and came
home here. What happened then I don't know."

"I can tell you," said Mallow. "Maraquito and Hale came to look for
Miss Loach and took her body into the villa sitting-room. They placed
the knife at her feet and the cards in her lap, thinking it would be
thought she had been stabbed in the room, and--"

"Sign, sign!" said Caranby, unexpectedly, and Mallow hastily brought
him the written document and the ink. He signed feebly, and the two
men signed as witnesses. Yeo then turned to his p