"Offer one hundred pounds reward!"
Browne jumped up.
"For his capture?"
"Oh!" Maud stuck her fingers in her ears, "I wish you wouldn't shout when I'm in such grief. Inspector Trent advised me to offer----"
"One hundred pounds. I wonder he didn't suggest a thousand, as no doubt he hopes that the money will go into his pocket. But surely you don't want your cousin hanged?"
"No,--of course I don't. But if he is guilty----"
"He is not, I tell you."
"Then who killed papa?"
"A man with whom Sir Simon had an appointment at the 'Marsh Inn,' on the night of his death. Listen," and Browne detailed all that he had learned, suppressing certain facts that bore on the escape of Herries. Seeing that Maud believed her cousin guilty and was in close communication with Trent, it would not do to place the safety of Herries in her untrustworthy hands.
"Oh! I do hope that what you say is true, and that Angus is not a murderer," cried Maud clasping her hands.