“‘He is in abject terror,’ Lyle said.  ’I assured him that he was not suspected of the crime, but he would tell me nothing.’

“There were no other developments until two o’clock this afternoon, when word was brought to us that Arthur had been found, and that he was lying in the accident-ward of St. George’s Hospital.  Lyle and I drove there together, and found him propped up in bed with his head bound in a bandage.  He had been brought to the hospital the night before by the driver of a hansom that had run over him in the fog.  The cab-horse had kicked him on the head, and he had been carried in unconscious.  There was nothing on him to tell who he was, and it was not until he came to his senses this afternoon that the hospital 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 anyone 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 also received Arthur most cordially.

“‘You brothers will have much to talk about,’ she said.  ’I am going to the dining-room.  When you have finished, let me know.’

“As soon as she had left them, Arthur told his brother that their father was not expected to outlive the night, and that he must come to him at once.

“‘This is not the moment to remember your quarrel,’ Arthur said to him; ’you have come back from the dead only in time to make your peace with him before he dies.’