"She said nothing to you likely to lead to the identification of the assassin?" said the inspector, addressing Tera.
"I don't know, Mr. Chard. She said her errand was to meet her husband in the neighbourhood; but from the way in which she spoke, I don't think she expected him to be very well pleased to see her."
"Did she mention his name?"
"No, she did not."
"I knew the girl Zara," said Jack unexpectedly; "she was always about with Slade."
"Slade?" repeated Chard, drawing his brows together; "indeed, is----"
Before he could finish his speech, Tera, who had been looking idly at the door, started to her feet with an exclamation. With one accord they all followed her gaze, for the expression on her face was one of amazement.
In the doorway stood a tall, dark-skinned man, dressed in a badly fitting suit of clothes. He was staring hard at Tera. She ran forward and seized his hand.
"Tolai!" she cried, and then uttered something in her native tongue. The man smiled, nodded, and bowed himself to the ground. In slavish submission he kissed her feet. He was a Polynesian.