"Tangiers," interposed Kind, taking the cigarette, "see,--this cigarette is marked 'Tangerian.' I have never seen one like that in England. It might have come from France, or from Algiers or Tangiers, but one thing we can be certain of, that the murderer came from foreign parts only a short time ago. A man doesn't keep cigarettes for months, unless he has a large quantity. The murderer may have had a quantity, but the chances are that he hadn't. In fact," Kind leaned back with the air of a man, who has made up his mind, "I believe that the man came from a ship and was a sailor, else why should he have displayed such activity in climbing up to a window." "It's all theory," said Browne, shaking his head disconsolately. "The cigarette isn't." "No. All the same, I don't see how you are going to find this man." "That must be your task, doctor." "Mine?" Browne jumped up. "Yes. Mr. Herries must stop here for the present. Later, when I have found the man, he can give himself up. You, doctor, know Miss Maud Tedder, the daughter of the deceased?" "Yes." "Then go and see her at Tarhaven. Ask her questions, for in Sir Simon's past life will be found the reason for his murder." "But if it was blackmail, and I am bound to say that it looks like it,--and if the meeting was kept secret, I don't see what Miss Tedder will know." "Ah, I must leave the hunting of the man to your cleverness," said Kind. "You have the entry of the house at Tarhaven and can prosecute your enquiries without suspicion. I can't do that, but while you are working at Tarhaven, I'll search round here, and I daresay I'll learn something worth knowing." Browne nodded. "I'll do my best," he said. "I'll call and see Miss Tedder to-morrow, and question her." "And tell her," said Herries in a low voice, "that the man who loved her is in danger." "I daresay she'll know that to-night from Trent," said Browne calmly. "Do you love her now, Herries?" "No. She treated me very badly." "Just what a girl like that would do. She has no heart; she is a penny doll, full of whims and fancies, with a passion for rank and fine clothes. Humph! She'll be able to indulge now, as she will undoubtedly have something like fifty thousand a year. But perhaps, for the sake of auld lang syne," he added clapping his friend on the shoulder, "she may spend some of the money in saving you." "I'll do that," said Kind sharply, and with a glance in the direction of his still sleeping wife. "Nothing I can do is too much for the man who gave me back my Rachel." "You will stay here, of course?" Browne asked Herries, looking at the floor, where the hiding-place was concealed. "Yes. I am guided by Kind, who thinks it best." "Meantime, I do," said the Cheap-jack, "later, when we are sure of our ground, you can give yourself up. But to surrender now, would be to put a rope round your neck. Trent is a blundering ass."