'Yes, sir, he does, and wishes me to bring the crime home to him.'
'Curse you!' roared Harry, striding across the room, and towering over the unmoved Baltic, 'I'll wring your neck, sir, if you dare to hint at such a thing.' 'I am merely stating facts, Sir Harry—facts,' he added pointedly, 'which I wish you to know.'
'For what purpose.'
'That you may assist me.'
'To hunt down the bishop, I suppose,' said Sir Harry, quivering with rage.
'No, sir, to save the bishop from Mr Cargrim.'
'Then you do not believe that the bishop is guilty.'
'Sir,' said Baltic, with dignity, 'in London and in Beorminster I have collected certain evidence which, on the face of it, incriminates the bishop. But since knowing Dr Pendle I have been observant of his looks and demeanour, and—after much thought—I have come to the conclusion that he is innocent of this crime which Mr Cargrim lays to his charge. It is because of this belief that I tell you my mind and seek your assistance. We must work together, sir, and discover the real criminal so as to baffle Mr Cargrim.'
'Cargrim, Cargrim,' repeated Brace, angrily, 'he is a bad lot.'
'That is what I say, Sir Harry. He is one who spreads a snare, and I wish him to be taken in it himself.'