"You forget," said Kind gravely, "that the candle was on the dressing-table. Sir Simon left it there, lighted, to shine through the red handkerchief, else what was the use of the handkerchief at all?"
"Yes, yes, I see that," said Herries, eagerly, "go on."
"The deed being done, the stranger waits in the room until daybreak, and then, knowing how Sir Simon was to leave the inn, put on the dead man's fur coat and boldly walked out with his plunder."
"Why didn't he escape again by the window?"
"Ah, that is one of the things which I wish to find out."
"And what about the incrimination of Herries?" asked the doctor, sceptically.
"Do you smoke cigarettes?" asked the Cheap-jack, turning suddenly on Herries.
"Yes,--sometimes."
"Did you smoke one at the inn?"
"No. I haven't had a cigarette in my lips for quite three months. I hadn't the money to buy them, and so took to a pipe. Why?"