send them back to you, Mr. Blakeley, could make him meet my figure. He didn't have the money."
McKnight was triumphant.
"I think you gentlemen will see reason in my theory now," he said. "Mrs. Conway wanted the notes to force a legal marriage, I suppose?"
"Yes."
The detective with the small package carefully rolled off the rubber band, and unwrapped it. I held my breath as he took out, first, the Russia leather wallet.
"These things, Mr. Blakeley, we found in the sealskin bag Mr. Sullivan says he left you. This wallet, Mr. Sullivan—is this the one you found on the floor of the car?"
Sullivan opened it, and, glancing at the name inside, "Simon Harrington," nodded affirmatively.
"And this," went on the detective—"this is a piece of gold chain?"
"It seems to be," said Sullivan, recoiling at the blood-stained end.
"This, I believe, is the dagger." He held it up, and Alison gave a faint cry of astonishment
