But as he read it his face clouded, and a look of puzzlement came into his eyes.
At length he looked up, frowning.
"I don't quite understand this; and I'll admit I'm greatly surprised. It doesn't seem credible that Leacock shot Alvin. . . . And yet, I may be mistaken, of course."
He laid the confession on Markham's desk with an air of disappointment, and sank into a chair.
"Do you feel satisfied?" he asked.
"I don't see any way around it," said Markham. "If he isn't guilty, why should he come forward and confess? God knows, there's plenty of evidence against him. I was ready to arrest him two days ago."
"He's guilty all right," put in Heath. "I've had my eye on him from the first."
Major Benson did not reply at once: he seemed to be framing his next words.
"It might be—that is, there's the bare possibility—that Leacock had an ulterior motive in confessing."
We all, I think, recognized the thought which his words strove to conceal.
"I'll admit," acceded Markham, "that at first I believed Miss St. Clair guilty, and I intimated as much to Leacock. But later I was persuaded that she was not directly involved."
"Does Leacock know this?" the Major asked quickly.
Markham thought a moment.
"No, I can't say that he does. In fact, it's more than likely he still thinks I suspect her."
