authorities had been able to send word to his people. Lyle at once
informed him that he was under arrest, and with what he was charged,
and though the inspector warned him to say nothing which might be used
against him, I, as his solicitor, instructed him to speak freely and
to tell us all he knew of the occurrences of last night. It was
evident to any one that the fact of his brother's death was of much
greater concern to him, than that he was accused of his murder.

"'That,' Arthur said contemptuously, 'that is damned nonsense. It is
monstrous and cruel. We parted better friends than we have been in
years. I will tell you all that happened--not to clear myself, but to
help you to find out the truth.' His story is as follows: Yesterday
afternoon, owing to his constant attendance on his father, he did not
look at the evening papers, and it was not until after dinner, when
the butler brought him one and told him of its contents, that he
learned that his brother was alive and at the Bath Hotel. He drove
there at once, but was told that about eight o'clock his brother had
gone out, but without giving any clew to his destination. As Chetney
had not at once come to see his father, Arthur decided that he was
still angry with him, and his mind, turning naturally to the cause of
their quarrel, determined him to look for Chetney at the home of the
Princess Zichy.

"Her house had been pointed out to him, and though he had never
visited it, he had passed it many times and knew its exact location.
He accordingly drove in that direction, as far as the fog would permit
the hansom to go, and walked the rest of the way, reaching the house
about nine o'clock. He rang, and was admitted by the Russian servant.
The man took his card into the drawing-room, and at once his brother
ran out and welcomed him. He was followed by the Princess Zichy, who