Carrington's tone was so significant that the Squire turned on him in a sharp, inquiring way. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that if anyone knew about the existence of John Hendle's will, and what it meant to you, it is possible that on you suspicion might rest."
"What rubbish!" said Rupert uncomfortably. "I was in bed and asleep at the time the crime was committed."
"How can you prove that?"
Rupert looked surprised. "Why, I saw that the butler locked up as usual, and he knew that I went to bed earlier than usual."
"Quite so. But when all the house was asleep, you might have risen from your bed and have gone through the sleeping village to see Leigh."
"Why should I do that?"
"I don't say you did," persisted Carrington. "I am only suggesting what people would say if the existence of the will were known."
"Hang it, Carrington," fumed the big man, "you don't mean to insinuate that I had anything to do with so cowardly a crime."
"No! No! No! I don't insinuate anything of the sort, as I know that you are incapable of such a thing. But other people have nasty, suspicious minds."