"When he gets the siller."
"He'll get it right enough, after an interview with me," said Kyles carelessly, "and now we'll retire, Mr. Gowrie, and I'll inform you of my plans to bring Herries on board to-morrow."
"But I thocht he wis on board," said Gowrie perplexed. "When he sent me tae spy oot the land at the 'Marsh Inn,' he wis ganging tae Pierside to see Señora Guzman. Miss Tedder accuses her o' the crime."
"The devil she does. Then I can tell you it's a lie," cried Kyles, his dark face flushing, "Señora Guzman has nothing to do with these things. As to Herries,--I daresay he went to Pierside, but this boat left there early this morning. However, that makes things easier. Señora Guzman will invite him on board, and explain that she is entirely innocent."
"And will you confess your guilt, Captain?"
"I never said that I was guilty," retorted Kyles dryly, "don't jump to conclusions, Gowrie. Miss Tedder accuses Señora Guzman."
"Aye, and Mistress Mountford accuses you."
"Indeed. And you accuse Mrs. Narby. There's a devilish lot of females in this case. Well, Mr. Gowrie, and which person do you think guilty?"
"Mrs. Narby."
"Then you exonerate me."