"Ah!" Balkis drew a long breath. "Me also he told, and how Berry wished for the money. He learnt that Berry came here, and asked questions. I told him all. When he heard that Berry knew my Walter he said he would go to Walter to hear more of him. I told him the house, and sent that ribbon with Tamaroo so that Walter might know he came from me."
"Oh, then Tamaroo was in the house when the murder was committed?"
Balkis looked queerly at him. "Tamaroo did not kill my Walter," she said. "If he had, I should have killed him." And, although Jarman urged her to say more, she declined to do so.
Then he thought of the likeness remarked upon by Jenny between Mr. Darrel and Balkis. "Do you know a man called Darrel?"
"I do. He comes from Jamaica. Why should I tell you a lie. He is a cousin of mine."
"I thought so," said Jarman, drawing a deep breath.
"Yes. He has our blood in him. He comes here at times, but he never calls me cousin. He thinks himself white, but he has our blood."
"Well, Balkis, you know now how Miss Berry has treated you."
"I shall kill her!" said Balkis, gnashing her splendid teeth; "and I know how to kill her painfully."
Jarman shuddered, so ferociously did she make this speech. He thought he would not like to offend this creature. "And you will help me to save Lancaster," he said eagerly--"to save him and baffle the Berrys?"