"Yes," said the artist. "His affairs seem to be common property. His brother evidently knew he was out of doors, and now you——"
Furneaux woke up at that.
"His brother! How can you know what his brother knew?"
"Mr. Hilton Fenley saw Miss Manning and myself, and mistook me for——"
"Saw you? When?"
"About five minutes ago, on the other side of the wood."
"What did he say? Quick!"
"He told us that the shooting was the outcome of your efforts to catch some man hiding among the trees."
"Of my efforts?"
"He didn't mention you by name. The words he used were 'the police.' He was taking part in the chase, I suppose."