“I know that,” returned Despard, “and I know, also, that there were some, and that there still are some, who suspect that the Malay was innocent.”
“Who suspected this?”
“My uncle Henry Despard and myself.”
“Will you allow me to ask you if your suspicions pointed at any one?”
“My uncle hinted at one person, but he had nothing more than suspicions.”
“Who was the man?”
“A man who was my father’s valet, or agent, who accompanied him on that voyage, and took an active part in the conviction of the Malay.”
“What was his name?”
“John Potts.”
“Where does he live now?”