Dr. Browne, very hopeful as to the future, had returned to Tarhaven by a late train from London, that fortunately stopped for a few moments at Desleigh railway station, and had taken leave of Kind with the understanding that the Cheap-jack was to proceed next day to Pierside, for the purpose of making enquiries about the "Tarabacca." The doctor was therefore surprised when Sweetlips arrived, somewhere about nine o'clock in the morning to continue the conversation broken off on the previous night. He appeared to be in a hurry, and lost no time in explaining. "It's a rum word, is 'Tarabacca'," remarked Kind, when the maid had left the two alone in the severe-looking apartment. Browne nodded. "It sounds like an Indian word," said he, judiciously. "Why not an Indiana word," suggested the Cheap-jack. "Might belong to South America," agreed the doctor. "There's a sort of Peruvian ring about it. Why?" Kind asked an irrelevant question. "Do you remember how I said that you had given me a clue, when we met outside the gates of the 'Moated Hall' park?" "Yes. I could not understand. I can recall nothing likely to----" "Hold on a bit, doctor, I'm going to explain now. That Kyles cove----" "Who is engaged to Miss Tedder. Well?" "Kyles," explained Sweetlips, with his keen eyes on the medical man, "is an adventurer, and is after Miss Tedder's money, I should say." "He certainly doesn't seem to be crazy about her." "No! That sort of chap's only crazy about one person--himself. I know--and you know, from Mr. Ritson,--that Sir Simon didn't approve of the engagement." "Yes! Yes! Yes! Go on." "When you talked of Kyles defending Mr. Herries," continued Kind, thinking out his case. "I thought it strange that he should go out of his way to help a chap on whom--as you told me, doctor--he had never set eyes. I guessed that there must be some reason for that--a reason connected with the murder." "Surely you don't think that Kyles has anything to do with the crime?" "Don't I, just? That's what I'm driving at. He's a sea-captain, and the coves as kidnapped Armour are sailors----" "Pooh! Pooh! Armour wasn't sure on that point." "He saw that one was brass-bound," retorted Sweetlips, "and merchant officers usually go about in their swagger togs to get the women after them. I'm certain that the brass-bound cove was officering a relief party of sailors. If my guess is right, that connects Kyles with them." "I don't quite see----"