"Are you sure?" demanded Herries, sitting up.
"As sure as anyone can be with so puzzling a woman. Señora Guzman must certainly know the members of the political party opposed to her father. One or more of those members may have come to England to thwart her mission of buying battle-ships, and so may have tampered with Sir Simon. Such a person this lady may know, and that was why she attended the inquest."
"Then why will she not accuse the right man and save me?"
"She will do so, I really believe, if you will go to her."
Herries shivered.
"No," he said quickly, "I can't trust her. She might give me up to the police."
"Well, she might and she might not. I don't pretend to understand. But the best thing to do will be to wait developments here. Kyles is still at 'Moated Hall' with Miss Tedder----"
"Yes, and they know the truth about the will by this time."
"Hum," murmured Kind, caressing his chin, "I expect so, if the funeral has taken place. Sir Simon was to be buried to-day, I fancy."
"Will you make sure, and learn what has taken place? Get Browne to see Ritson."