Harry leaned forward with an incredulous look. 'Cargrim knows,' he said in utter amazement. 'I should think he would be the last man to approve of your ideas, with his narrow views and clerical red-tapism.' 'Perhaps, so, sir; but in this case my views happen to fall in with his own. I came to see you, Sir Harry, in order to ease my mind on that point.' 'In order to ease your mind!' repeated Brace, with a keen look. 'Go on.' 'Sir Harry, I speak to you in confidence about Mr Cargrim. I do not like that man, sir.' 'You belong to the majority, then, Baltic. Few people like Cargrim, or trust him. But what is he to you?' 'My employer. Yes, sir, you may well look astonished. Mr Cargrim asked me down to Beorminster for a certain purpose.' 'Connected with his self-aggrandisement, no doubt.' 'That I cannot tell you, Sir Harry, as Mr Cargrim has not told me his motive for engaging me in my business capacity. All I know is that he wishes me to discover who killed a man called Jentham.' 'The deuce!' Harry jumped up with an excited look. 'Why is he taking the trouble to do that?' 'I can't say, sir, unless it is that he dislikes Bishop Pendle!' 'Dislikes Bishop Pendle, man! And what has all this to do with the murder of Jentham?' 'Sir,' said Baltic, with a cautious glance around, and sinking his voice to a whisper, 'Mr Cargrim suspects Dr Pendle of the crime.' 'What!!!' Sir Harry turned the colour of chalk, and sprang back until he almost touched the wall. 'You hound!' said he, speaking with unnatural calmness, 'do you dare to sit there and tell me that you have come here to watch the bishop?' 'Yes, Sir Harry,' was Baltic's stolid rejoinder, 'and calling me names won't do away with the fact.' 'Does Cargrim believe that the bishop killed this man?' 'Yes, sir, he does, and wishes me to bring the crime home to him.' 'Curse you!' roared Harry, striding across the room, and towering over the unmoved Baltic, 'I'll wring your neck, sir, if you dare to hint at such a thing.' 'I am merely stating facts, Sir Harry--facts,' he added pointedly, 'which I wish you to know.' 'For what purpose.' 'That you may assist me.' 'To hunt down the bishop, I suppose,' said Sir Harry, quivering with rage. 'No, sir, to save the bishop from Mr Cargrim.' 'Then you do not believe that the bishop is guilty.' 'Sir,' said Baltic, with dignity, 'in London and in Beorminster I have collected certain evidence which, on the face of it, incriminates the bishop. But since knowing Dr Pendle I have been observant of his looks and demeanour, and--after much thought--I have come to the conclusion that he is innocent of this crime which Mr Cargrim lays to his charge. It is because of this belief that I tell you my mind and seek your assistance. We must work together, sir, and discover the real criminal so as to baffle Mr Cargrim.' 'Cargrim, Cargrim,' repeated Brace, angrily, 'he is a bad lot.'