"Yes. She believes, on Trent's authority, that her cousin is guilty."
"Consequently, she is much disturbed," suggested the lawyer.
Browne smiled cynically.
"You place too much faith in human nature, Mr. Ritson. Miss Tedder seems most anxious to get her cousin hanged."
"Hey, hey," Ritson sat bolt-upright with his hands on the arms of his chair, "say that again, my good sir."
Browne did say it again, and said more. He gave a detailed version of the interview, of the coming of the telegram announcing the finding of Armour in the ditch, and of the opinion of Captain Bruce Kyles, which was so much at variance with Miss Tedder's. Ritson stared hard at the little doctor, as he told his tale dramatically, and when it was ended he rose and went to look out of the window.
"This is very remarkable," said Ritson, turning from looking at the busy High Street to look at Dr. Browne.
"Very!" assented the medical man, saying as little as he could.
"And what is your opinion?" asked Ritson, returning to his seat.
"I have none, save that Herries is innocent."