I was putting everything on the hope that the police were there; I hadn't expected the criminals to arrive early, or to turn so quickly on our informant.

Watson gave a quiet sigh as Inspector Gregory and his men pushed their way through the hedges.

We had the gang surrounded, and they stared wildly.

"What's this? You've turned us in, Jake?"

"Turncoat! I swear I'll—"

"Drop that gun! Inspector, stop him!" I cried.

The shot rang through the Park.

Even before Watson concluded his examination and looked at me, I knew, somehow.

The bullet had gone through Jake's brain.