"He has to find out who killed Sir Simon, and thereby earn his freedom, and the money."
"I am still in the dark. Will you explain?"
"I have told you enough."
"You will have to tell me more," said Browne, determinedly.
"My duty to my dead client----"
"See here," the little doctor jumped up, and slapped his hand down on the desk, "there was no need for you to have told me anything, so it is too late to talk of your duty to your dead client; but as you have told me so much, you must tell me everything."
"Yes," Ritson nodded his silvery-white head, "you are right. I have committed a breach of legal etiquette. Miss Tedder should have been the first to hear the will, which has to be read after the funeral at 'The Moated Hall.' But then Mr. Herries, who inherits, should also be present, and he is accused of the crime."
"He has escaped the immediate consequences," said Browne, meaningly.
"Do you know where he is?"
"Good Lord, how should I know?" cried Browne explosively. He was not quite sure as to the truth of Ritson's statement, and thought that it might be a trap to lure Herries from his hiding-place.