"How do you know that I put it into the drawer at 'The Grange?'"
"Are you going to lie about that? It won't do Joyce. I saw that pistol at your flat,--in your tobacco cabinet."
Joyce turned white. He had been quite prepared to lie, but this information showed him how futile that would be. "How did you find it in there?" he asked.
"Oh, I wasn't poking and prying. Manuel hunting for cigarettes showed it to me. He dropped across it by accident."
Joyce sprang to his feet. "The liar, oh, the liar!" he cried. "Manuel! why he knew it was in the cabinet."
"And he placed it there, Eh!"
"I never said so!" muttered Robin passing his tongue over his dry lips.
"Oh, but I can see it it your face. Evidently Manuel played upon you the same trick you intended to play upon Bess. A nice pair, upon my soul!" Herrick paused for a moment. "What has Manuel to do with this?"
"Nothing, that I know of," retorted Joyce sullenly. "He brought me the pistol, but refused to say where he got it. He knows something of this matter I think."
"I am very certain he does. However, I'll speak to him. Where is he?"