"He hasn't found him, I hope?" asked Browne hastily.
Kind turned the blade of grass in his mouth.
"Not much chance of that," said he contemptuously. "Mr. Herries' hiding-place is too easy found for Trent to find it. Were I in his place," added Kind, wagging his head until the ostrich feather shook in his bowler, "the first thing I should do, would be to search the caravan."
"Why?" asked Browne puzzled.
"Because it's a likely place. If a man bolted, and came across a caravan, he would ask its owner to hide him. But Trent doesn't believe that Mr. Herries would be fool enough to hide in so suspicious a place. It sounds rum, I know, doctor, but that's human nature."
"You argue something like Captain Bruce Kyles."
"And who may he be?"
"He is a Captain in the Indiana Navy, and that's a Republic in South America. I understand that he has come to England to arrange about buying new war-ships for the Republic, so in this way he was brought into contact with Sir Simon, who speculated in other things beside jam and pickles. Consequently, Captain Kyles, who is a romantic-looking scoundrel, has induced Miss Tedder to fall in love with him, and will undoubtedly become the master of her money."
"And he argued in the same way as I do, doctor?"
"Yes. He declares that the evidence is so plain against Herries that he believes the man to be guiltless."