Rachel said no more at the time, for she might as well have attempted to persuade a block of granite to mercy as Chard. The inspector had been taunted with his failure in this case, and his pride was hurt. He believed Herbert was guilty, in spite of the young man's denial, and rejoiced that he had survived Pharaoh's knife to be punished for his crime.
But if he was determined to arrest Mayne, Rachel was equally resolved to save her lover. She was certain of Herbert's innocence, but saw no way of proving it. Then it struck her that Tera might know the truth, and to Tera she went for information. The Polynesian girl was wretched enough herself at the moment, for, in spite of all her cajoling, Carwell sternly refused to give his nephew the needful five hundred pounds. Tera was in despair, as she saw her stay at Grimleigh prolonged for an indefinite period.
"Bithiah," said Rachel, in desperation, "the inspector says that Herbert is guilty, and I am sure he is not. Can you help me to prove his innocence? I would do anything--give anything, to save him."
Tera looked up alertly. "Jack wants five hundred pounds," she said; "will you persuade your father to give it to him if I tell you who killed Zara? I know who did it."
"You know! Tell me--oh! dear Bithiah, tell me!"
"No. I want that money for Jack. Then I'll tell."
"Cruel, cruel girl--mercenary----"
"I am not mercenary," retorted Tera, haughtily. "If I can help Jack, why should I not do so? Besides, if I help you, you should help me. Get me the five hundred from your father, and----"
"My father will not give the money."
"Then I hold my tongue!"