"Because the ten thousand pounds has been brought back."
"You don't say so!" cried Frank, greatly surprised. "Well, fact does beat fiction in realising impossibilities. The same bank notes brought back. Well, well! it is most extraordinary."
"Not the same bank notes," corrected Torry, cautiously. "The same amount of money, but the numbers of the notes are different. Whosoever stole the notes has changed them all, and returned others. But, you see, Manuel cannot have killed Grent for the sake of that money; as, in that case, he would not restore his plunder. He is innocent, as I said before."
"Then who is guilty?"
"The man who restored those notes," said Torry promptly.
"How were they restored?"
"A red-haired, red-bearded man called at Manuel's hotel last night and gave them to the porter."
"A red wig again! the same as Grent wore," said Frank, musingly. "That is strange. There is no possibility of the man being traced?"
"No! He came out of the darkness fulfilled his mission, and vanished again into the night. Nothing is known of him. Still, you may find him."
"I!" exclaimed Frank amazed. "You jest!"