"Yes."
He considered the dark, unconscious face for a while.
"What do you want him for, if it isn't an indiscreet question?"
"Murder."
"Really?" said Drysdale, very much as though Grant had said "sheep-stealing." He considered the man again. "Is he a foreigner?"
"No; a Londoner."
"Well, at the moment he looks very much as if he would cheat the gallows after all, doesn't he?"
Grant looked sharply at the man he was tending. Was he as bad as that? Surely not!
As Carninnish House swam up to them from across the water Grant said, "He was staying with the Logans at the manse. I can't very well take him back there. The hotel is the best place, I think. Then the Government can bear all the bother of the business."
But as they floated swiftly in to the landing-stage, and Pidgeon, who had been on the lookout for their return, came down to meet them, Drysdale said, "The man we went for is a bit knocked out. Which room was the fire lit in for Mr. Grant?"