et,
Drury Lane, had fainted when he saw the very identical brooch showed him
by another cove."

"Beecot. I know. Didn't you wonder how the brooch had left the
pawnshop?" asked Hurd, very attentive.

"No, I didn't," snarled Jessop, who was growing cross. "I knew old
Tinker's assistant had sold the brooch and he didn't oughter t' have
done it, as I wanted it back. Mrs. Krill asked me about the brooch, and
wanted it, so I said I'd get it back. Tinker said it was gone, but wrote
to the gent as bought it."

"Mr. Simon Beecot, of Wargrove, in Essex."

"That wos him; but the gent wouldn't give it back, so I 'spose he'd
given it to his son. Well, then, when Mrs. Krill heard of the one-eyed
man fainting at sight of the brooch, she knew 'twas her husband, as he'd
one eye, she having knocked the other out when he was sober."

"Did she go up and see him?"

"Well," said Jessop, slowly, "I don't rightly know what she did do, but
she went up. I don't think she saw Krill at his shop, but she might have
seen that Pash, who was Mr. Hay's lawyer, and a dirty little ape o'
sorts he is."

"Ha," said Hurd, to himself, "I thought Pash knew about the women
beforehand. No wonder he stuck to them and gave poor Miss Norman the
go-bye," he rubbed his hands and chuckled. "Well, we'll see what will
come of the matter. Go on, Jessop."

"There ain't much more to tell," grumbled the captain. "I heard of this,
and I wasn't meant to hear. But I thought I'd go up and see if I could
get money out of Krill by saying I'd tell about the murder of Lady
Rachel."

"You _are_ a scoundrel," said Hurd, coolly.

"I wos 'ard up," apologized the captain, "or I wouldn't, not me. I'm
straight enough when in cash. So I went up in July."

"On the sixth of July?"

"If that was the day of the murder--yes. I went up and loafed round
until it wos dark, and then slipped through that side passage at eight
o'clock to see Krill."

"How did you know where to find him?"

"Why, that Hay knew about the chap, and said as he did business in a
cellar after eight. So Krill let me in, thinking, I 'spose, I wos a
customer. He'd been drinking a little and was bold enough. But when I
said, as I'd say, he'd killed Lady Rachel, he swore he was an innercent
babe, and cried, the drink dyin' out of him."

"The same as it died out of you lately," said Hurd, smiling.

"Go slow," grunted the captain, in a surly tone. "I ain't afraid now, as
I ain't done nothing. I said to Krill