"Ah, I must leave the hunting of the man to your cleverness," said Kind. "You have the entry of the house at Tarhaven and can prosecute your enquiries without suspicion. I can't do that, but while you are working at Tarhaven, I'll search round here, and I daresay I'll learn something worth knowing."
Browne nodded.
"I'll do my best," he said. "I'll call and see Miss Tedder to-morrow, and question her."
"And tell her," said Herries in a low voice, "that the man who loved her is in danger."
"I daresay she'll know that to-night from Trent," said Browne calmly. "Do you love her now, Herries?"
"No. She treated me very badly."
"Just what a girl like that would do. She has no heart; she is a penny doll, full of whims and fancies, with a passion for rank and fine clothes. Humph! She'll be able to indulge now, as she will undoubtedly have something like fifty thousand a year. But perhaps, for the sake of auld lang syne," he added clapping his friend on the shoulder, "she may spend some of the money in saving you."
"I'll do that," said Kind sharply, and with a glance in the direction of his still sleeping wife. "Nothing I can do is too much for the man who gave me back my Rachel."
"You will stay here, of course?" Browne asked Herries, looking at the floor, where the hiding-place was concealed.
"Yes. I am guided by Kind, who thinks it best."