"On the shawl?" "Yes. That's a foreign shawl, and a woman's shawl. Comes from Italy or Egypt or Tangiers maybe." "Kind, you don't think----?" "Aye, but I do. We're bringing home the crime to that lady in the motor car who insulted you. That insult will cost her dear. She smoked the same kind of cigarette as I found in Mr. Herries' bedroom, and this shawl evidently belongs to her. And the name is the same as that on the envelope addressed secretly by Sir Simon Tedder. We're getting on, doctor. That woman must be found." "But you don't think that she killed Sir Simon?" "Why not? I said that a light, nimble person could have climbed the trellis. Why not this lady? However, we'll have a talk to Mr. Herries, and tell him all we have found out. He may know if his uncle was acquainted with this dark lady." But Herries did not know. They approached the caravan whistling "Garryowen" and gave the signal. Herries was seated by Mrs. Kind's bed, and was more than glad to see his friend. Browne related what he had discovered, and then Kind followed with the story of the policeman's kidnapping. When he mentioned the name on the shawl, the doctor harked back, and explained the episode in Ritson's office, which he had forgotten to tell in detail. Then it was that the accused man started. "Tarabacca!" he cried, much excited. "Why, that's the name of the steam yacht lying alongside my boat at Pierside." CHAPTER XIII A MEXICAN BEAUTY Early next morning, Sweetlips Kind was talking to Dr. Browne in the consulting-room of the latter at his Tarhaven house. On tracing the connection of the mysterious word "Tarabacca" with the shawl which had to do with Armour's kidnapping, and which consequently was of a piece with the tragic incident of the "Marsh Inn" crime, the Cheap-jack had postponed his departure. Eager as he was to leave the dangerous neighbourhood of Desleigh, where one and all were on the alert to capture Herries, he thought it well to see what sort of crew manned the yacht referred to by the accused man. Beyond the fact that the oddity of the name had struck him, Herries knew nothing. When the Arctic sealer "Nansen" came to Pierside, the yacht was already berthed by the wharf, and Herries had left his ship so immediately, owing to the persecution of the captain, that he had made no enquiries as to the nationality of the strange vessel. Nor, had he remained on board the "Nansen," would he have so enquired, since the "Tarabacca" did not interest him in the slightest. Now, however, that the yacht's name was on the shawl, and a letter had apparently been addressed to someone on board by the dead man, the subject became one of vital importance.