"That's very good of him," Geoffrey said, ironically. "And why does he want the bill of exchange you speak of?"
Jerry nodded mysteriously. "I know; but I mustn't tell," he said.
"You must tell, or I won't discuss the matter with you."
"Well, it isn't a secret; leastways, neither mother nor master said 'Hold your tongue, Jerry.' I can say this much, that master wants to be upsides with that Mr. Marshall--you know why."
"What do you know about Mr. Marshall?"
Suddenly the smirking creature was transformed into a furious beast. "I know that he killed Miss Elsa, he did!" shouted Jerry; and the man outside was instantly on the alert to run in and aid his master. "Aye! She was a beauty, and he broke her heart. I hoped to have made her Mrs. Jerry Hutt," he added, with a sob, "but that wicked Mr. Marshall he had her put in the ground. I'll never see her again! But I want to lay him by the heels. I do, quite as much as master does; and that bill of exchange will do it.
"Ah! you know all about the bill of exchange, then?"
Jerry nodded. "I listened after you went away, and I know it was the same as they spoke of at the time of the murder. Ugh!" he shivered, "that were a gory murder, bless my soul!"
"We will leave the bill alone for the time being, Jerry, and talk of something else--that beautiful breastpin, for instance! Where did you get the thing from, Mr. Hutt?"
Hutt blinked, quite pleased that Mr. Heron should admire his jewellery. "I picked it up," he said, nodding. "It wasn't a pin, but I made it one myself."