"Pooh. The night was dark and foggy, Mr. Herries, and Armour wore a great coat, which did not look very official. Besides, these greasers--foreigners, remember--wouldn't know a policeman from a civilian, let alone the fact that they may have thought the political person might have disguised himself to get at his prey." "Why do you say 'his prey?'" "Because I am inclined to believe that the murder is a political one, after all. Sir Simon evidently was mixing himself up with the politics of the Indiana Republic to make money over the sale of ships. The man he expected was an emissary of the Republic, who got in at the window----" "How would he know the particular window?" "You forget the signal of the red handkerchief, Mr. Herries. With a candle behind it, that would show very plainly. Well, then, this political person got into the bedroom and killed Sir Simon. Afterwards he went out in the morning disguised as his victim." "Why did he wait until daylight, and run such a risk." "Because he would have run a bigger risk by leaving immediately he had killed his man. The sailors from the 'Tarabacca' were outside, and if he had fallen into their hands he might have been killed himself. Señora Guzman is not a woman to stick at a trifle." "Armour, whom they thought was their man, was not killed." "Quite so, but probably they learned their mistake, and so left the wrong man in the ditch. Then perhaps they returned to watch the inn, hoping that the real man might come out. He evidently saw them waiting, and so remained until he could escape in the morning." Herries fingered his chin. "All very feasible," said he wearily, "but why should I have been implicated?" "Ah! We'll never learn that until we chance upon the assassin." "And how will we find him?" "Ah!" Kind shook his head. "You have me there. Señora Guzman knows." "Are you sure?" demanded Herries, sitting up. "As sure as anyone can be with so puzzling a woman. Señora Guzman must certainly know the members of the political party opposed to her father. One or more of those members may have come to England to thwart her mission of buying battle-ships, and so may have tampered with Sir Simon. Such a person this lady may know, and that was why she attended the inquest." "Then why will she not accuse the right man and save me?" "She will do so, I really believe, if you will go to her." Herries shivered. "No," he said quickly, "I can't trust her. She might give me up to the police." "Well, she might and she might not. I don't pretend to understand. But the best thing to do will be to wait developments here. Kyles is still at 'Moated Hall' with Miss Tedder----" "Yes, and they know the truth about the will by this time." "Hum," murmured Kind, caressing his chin, "I expect so, if the funeral has taken place. Sir Simon was to be buried to-day, I fancy." "Will you make sure, and learn what has taken place? Get Browne to see Ritson." Kind nodded.