"That means I'll learn nothing until Frank does," said Jarman, good-humouredly. "You are a faithful messenger, Tamaroo. Has young Denham seen you?"
"No, sir. I do not think he knows of my name, unless Captain Berry--"
"Oh, he's told him as little as he could. But, I say, does Berry know of the contents of those papers?"
"Yes, sir, He learnt them from--" Here the negro hesitated.
Eustace laughed and nodded. "You needn't worry," he said, "I know of that. Mrs. Anchor, who is now called Miss Berry, learnt about the fortune from her husband."
Tamaroo smiled grimly, and then with an ejaculation smote his hands together, looking in a startled way at Eustace. "I know you now, sir. You were said to have killed Mr. Anchor in San Francisco."
"Yes. But I suspect that Berry killed him. And you were the negro who was waiting at his house for him."
"I did not wait at the house," said Tamaroo, quietly. "Mr. Anchor was a friend of my master, and had some of the papers connected with the fortune of the Scarlet Bat. When he was going after his wife he told me to come and get them. Then he thought he would give them to you, and I waited while he visited you. But I grew weary, and followed. I saw you speaking to Mr. Anchor, and heard the shot!"
"Who fired it?"
"Captain Berry. He was then called--"