As you know that I am
innocent, you must be aware who is guilty."
"It's all bluff. I know nothing," said Mrs. Jasher, releasing
his arm and throwing herself on the couch. "I only wished to get
money."
"Five thousand pounds--eh? Rather a large order," sneered
Random, replacing the letter in his pocket. "You would not ask
that sum for nothing: you must be aware of the truth. I
suspected many people, Mrs. Jasher, but never you."
The woman rose and flung out her arms.
"No," she said in a deep voice, and fighting like a rat in a
corner. "I tricked you all down here. Sir Frank, I will tell
you the truth."
"About the murder?"
"I know nothing of that. About myself."
Random shrugged his shoulders.
"I'll hear about yourself first," he said. "I can learn details
concerning the murder later. Go on."
"I know nothing of the murder or of the theft of the emeralds--"
"Yet you hid the mummy in this house, and afterwards placed it in
your arbor to be found by the Professor, for some reason."
"I know nothing about that either," muttered Mrs. Jasher
doggedly, and with very white lips. "That letter you have traced
to me is all bluff."
"Then you admit having written it?"
"Yes," she said sullenly.
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