Kyles pushed the bottle in the old man's direction.
"And what's more, if I get this money," he glanced towards the box, "I'll pay you well for the fright that you have had."
"But hoo can ye get the siller?" asked Gowrie reassured, and again filling his glass.
"Herries will give me the equivalent of those notes."
"He canna, Captain."
"What, with fifty thousand a year?"
"He does nae come in for the siller until he finds the murderer o' his uncle."
"Well," said Kyles, coolly, "I may be able to help him there."
"Eh mon, dive ye ken wha killed the auld mon?"
"I do," said Kyles, nodding decisively.