“Exactly, but pray disabuse your mind. I am not jealous. I am angry with myself for giving way in that case. It seemed all very straightforward, but it was not.”
“May I ask what you mean?”
“I mean, sir, that I am certain that our poor old Indian friend did not die from the blow that he received from that life-preserver.”
“How then?” said Capel, huskily.
“It seems to me that he must have been poisoned in some way or another, and I could not rest without coming to you.”
“Oh, impossible.”
“Perhaps so, sir, but I am telling you what I believe. Do you think he had any enemies here?”
“Oh, no; the servants seemed to have been on friendly terms.”
“Well, it hardly seems like it.”
“That wretch must have yielded to a terrible temptation,” said Capel, “and the other was defending his master’s goods.”