"Reveal the identity of the murderer. There is no doubt in my mind, nor can there be in yours, that Tera was murdered for the sake of the pearls. Now, whoever has them, will surely turn them into money. To do so, he must sell them to some jeweller or pawnbroker. I intend to communicate with the London police on this point. They may discover who sold or pawned them, and thus be able to lay hands on the man we are in search of." "What makes you think of looking in London, Mr. Chard?" "Because that sailor Finland went up there a week after the girl disappeared." "He went to join his ship," said Brand, who believed in Jack's innocence. "So he said," replied Mr. Inspector, dryly; "a very good excuse to get away from the town without suspicion." "But I don't see why you should think Finland guilty. He assured me most solemnly that he never set eyes on Bithiah on that night." "Oh, I dare say. But Finland is Carwell's nephew--the body was found in one of Carwell's fields--so it is not beyond the bounds of probability that Finland placed it there." "I don't believe it," cried Brand, vigorously. "Bithiah, I believe, ran away to marry Finland, and by such marriage he could have secured both her and the pearls. Why should he kill her?" When Korah placed the matter in this light. Inspector Chard was puzzled, and, unable to answer the question, lost his temper. "I don't pretend to be infallible," said he, harshly, "and I may be mistaken. All the same, I believe Finland to be guilty." "Then why don't you arrest him?" "Because I have not sufficient evidence to enable me to get a warrant," replied the inspector, tartly, "nor do I know where the man is. However, it is my intention to find out if possible the whereabouts of those pearls for which the girl was murdered. When I learn who disposed of them, I shall be able to capture the murderer." "He won't be Finland, sir." "That we shall see," retorted Chard, and closed an interview in which he felt he was getting the worst of the argument. Brand left the police-office with the conviction that Tera's murderer would never be discovered by this mulish officer. Slade had twice the man's brains and decision, and Korah resolved to rely on him for the conduct of the case. He looked round for the policeman, but not finding him, and feeling he must talk with some one about the matter, he hurried up the hill to Johnson's house. As Slade suspected Johnson, and as the queer incident of the lost window-cord proved that there was some ground for such suspicions. Brand thought he would do a little business on his own account, and question the minister. In the course of conversation he thought some evidence might be discovered likely to incriminate Johnson. Korah was inclined to beseech the young man to fly, lest he should be arrested, and lest disgrace should fall upon the chapel people of Grimleigh. Even as matters stood now, Johnson was in a dangerous position.