"Sakers. I know. But the knife wound?" Tamaroo looked oddly at Eustace. "I know nothing of that, sir," he said. "But we can talk again of this. I will tell you all I know in the presence of Mr. Frank. And now--"
There was a sound of laughing outside. Mildred suddenly appeared at the window and tapped on the glass to be let in. She usually did this when impatient. Tamaroo saw her face and started. Jarman went to the door and admitted her. She was with Denham.
"I have come to ask you a question," said Mildred, entering the room. "Oh!" She started back. "Who is this?"
"This," said Eustace, waving his hand, "is Tamaroo."
"What!" cried Denham, "the name on the bills?"
"Yes," put in Tamaroo, quietly; "and this"--he bowed to Mildred--"is Miss Starth."
"How do you know me?" asked Mildred, puzzled by the recognition. "It was I who gave you the paper at the inquest," said the negro. She uttered an exclamation. "Then you know that Frank is innocent?"
"Yes," said Tamaroo, with a hanging head. "But I cannot prove it."
"Don't you think Lancaster killed Starth?" asked Natty, eagerly.
"No sir," he replied, looking strangely at the young man; "but who killed him I cannot say."