Slade was present at the inquest. He was deeply interested in the , and every now and then he might have been seen to smile in a way. For his own purposes he had impressed on Brand the necessity of absolute silence concerning the discovery in Johnson's study.  
"That one of them curtain-cords was used to choke the girl proves a good deal," he said, emphasizing with a stumpy finger on the palm of his hand; "but it don't quite show as Johnson killed the girl."
 
"But even before you found out about the cord, you were sure that he was guilty."
 
"And I'm sure now, Mr. Brand--that I am; but I wants certain facts to build up a complete case against him--facts as he can't deny. Now, this window-cord is one fact, but for all that, some one might have been in the room, and took it just to get Johnson into trouble. Now, my wife, Jemima, she's as sharp as sharp. She's been speaking to old Mrs. Johnson, who talks a lot, and Mrs. Johnson says as this girl and her son had a quarrel over her refusing him, afore the murder."
 
"That strengthens the case against Mr. Johnson."
 
"Hold on, sir. Mrs. Johnson says as the window-cord was missing three days afore that row took place. Now, sir, if Johnson killed the girl he wouldn't have got ready the cord and taken it away so long afore he needed it. If he is the murderer, he killed the girl in a fit of passion 'cos she was running away with the pearls as he wanted to pay his debts with. Going on this evidence, sir, some one must have stolen that cord with the idea of murder--and that some one, by reasoning aforesaid--as the lawyers say, wasn't George Johnson."
 
"Then you think that our is innocent?" said Brand, hopefully.
 
"I don't say nothing, sir, because I don't see clear. Wait till I sees him at the inquest, and then we'll talk."
 
So at the inquest, Slade was observant of the minister's demeanour. However, he gained little from his . Johnson had his earlier grief, and was cool and collected, and willing to repeat the story he had told Chard. He answered the questions which were put to him, but made no voluntary statement. By adopting this course, he was able to keep his secret of the lost and restored bills. Yet several times it was in his mind to tell Chard of the stealthy footsteps and the theft. It was just possible, he thought, that some one might have seen him looking at the pearls, and afterwards, in the same way that Tera had taken them, have followed the girl to murder her for their sake. But after debating the subject in his mind, he to hold his peace, and the evidence he gave, while himself, could throw no light on the darkness which environed the case.
 
Nor had Chard any other evidence likely to the matter at all. He had not heard the story of Herbert Mayne's meeting with Johnson on the night of Tera's , near the field in which her body had afterwards been found. Herbert had told this only to Rachel and the policeman Slade. The first had remained silent, lest the pastor whom she admired should be accused of a crime which she was certain he had not committed: the second, after relating the incident to Brand, had agreed with him that until they found fresh evidence, it was best to hold their tongues. Therefore, no one but these three knew that Johnson had actually been near the scene of the crime, and in the minister's admission to Chard he had merely stated that he had searched two hours for the girl. Johnson repeated his former story, and the jury did the best they could with it; for no other evidence was . There was, indeed, some talk of Finland and his departure; but as every one knew that he loved Tera, and could have secured both the girl and the pearls by marrying her--a course to which she was generally known as willing to consent--no one thought of taxing him with the crime. The of the silken tri-coloured cord used passed unnoticed, strange to say. A London detective would have been struck by it immediately; but Chard and his subordinates were unaccustomed to such finnicky data, and it escaped them altogether.
 
On such spare evidence, it can easily be guessed what verdict was given by the thickheaded jury chosen from the Grimleigh wiseacres. They decided that Tera, Bithiah, a native of Polynesia, had been murdered by some person or persons unknown; and when the proceedings terminated, all those present thought they had heard the last of the matter. Slade and rubbed his hands; for now that Chard seemed likely to abandon as useless, he could go to work at his leisure, and build up a case as he chose. So far he had suspected Johnson alone; but on reconsidering the incident of the curtain-cord having been stolen three days before Tera's disappearance, he concluded that some other person also was concerned in the matter. Who that person might be Slade, in his present state of indecision, was not prepared to say.
 
Having fulfilled the official part of his duties, Chard returned to the Grimleigh police office for a rest, preparatory to riding back to Poldew. While there, he was informed that Korah Brand wished to speak to him, and on the assumption that the man, having been connected with Tera, might have something of importance to say, he admitted him at once to an interview.
 
"Well, Mr. Brand," said Chard, , "and what can I do for you?"
 
"I want to know about this poor girl's murder, sir," replied Brand, in his heavy, solemn way. "What are you going to do now?"
 
"Why, Mr. Brand, I have no very definite plans. But I may tell you that I intend to search for those pearls."
 
"What will that do?"
 
"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 . I intend to communicate with the London police on this point. They may discover who sold or 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 .
 
"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, , "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 the young man to fly, lest he should be arrested, and lest disgrace should fall upon the people of Grimleigh. Even as matters stood now, Johnson was in a dangerous position.
 
On entering the study, Brand cast a glance at the window, and saw that, as Slade had stated, one of the tri-coloured cords was missing. This fact made him wonder if Johnson had really strangled the girl with it; and if so, whether he had committed the crime in order to secure the pearls for the payment of his debts, or in a fit of despair caused by the of his love. If haggard looks, which might be the outcome of , went for anything, Johnson was guilty; for the man was white and worried-looking. Dark circles were under his eyes, his manner of greeting his visitor was uneasy, and he looked as though he had not slept for hours. On the other hand, this physical might be caused by grief for Tera's death.
 
"Do you wish to see me particularly, brother Korah?" asked Johnson, lifting his heavy eyes with a weary look; "I am scarcely fit to talk."
 
Brand sat down and assumed a stern demeanour. "Is this sorrow on account of your earthly passion, brother, or because an soul has been lost?"
 
"Bithiah's soul has not been lost," cried Johnson, stirred out of his to honest indignation; "she was a good girl, a true . Her death was a martyrdom."
 
"Yet she died in sin," persisted the narrow-minded . "She fled from your house with evil in her heart, and with the pearls."
 
"The pearls were her own property."
 
"No, brother. They were to her care by Buli, that she might buy goods for the civilization of Kioau. She was his , and had no right to remove the pearls from your keeping. But these matters," added Brand, taking a more worldly tone, "we can discuss at leisure. The question now, and the one about which I came to see you, is the funeral."
 
"I have arranged with Inspector Chard about the funeral," said Johnson, wearily. "To-morrow the poor are to be buried in our own , and I shall read the service over the dead. Poor Tera, it is all I can do for her."
 
"You will bury Bithiah the Christian, but not Tera the pagan, brother. Do you think you are wise to appear at the funeral?"
 
"Why not, Brother Korah?"
 
"There may be a riot."
 
"A riot!" Johnson looked surprised. "And why should there be a riot if I appear?"
 
The missionary looked , and at his grey beard. "Brother, brother," he said, in a tone of , "do you not know that public opinion credits you with the crime?"
 
Johnson rose slowly, with a look of horror on his colourless face, but this speedily gave way to an expression of indignation, "Who dares to say such a thing?" he demanded.
 
"It is the general opinion," rejoined Korah, coldly. "You were near the field where the body was found on the very night Bithiah disappeared--on the very night when--if we go by medical evidence--the girl was murdered."
 
"I was looking for her. Bithiah often walked near that field, and I thought it likely that I should find her there. Kill her! I swear to you, Brand, that I would as soon have killed myself as her. I loved her dearly; why then should I commit a crime contrary to my earthly love, to my religious principles?"
 
"I do not accuse you--the public voice does that," replied Brand, still cold and unsympathetic; "you are known to be in debt----"
 
"I am not in debt now," interrupted Johnson, hurriedly; "all my debts are paid."
 
"Paid! Your debts paid!" Brand was thunderstruck, for this was the last thing he expected to hear. "How did you pay them?" he demanded with sudden suspicion.
 
"I did not pay them. Brand."
 
"Then who did?"
 
"I don't know," was Johnson's extraordinary reply.
 
Brand looked at him sternly and droned out a proverb: "'Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own devices,'" he quoted.
 
"What do you mean, brother?"
 
"Brother!" repeated Korah, rising with indignation. "I am not a brother to you, man of sin as you are. Your debts are paid! Yes, I believe that. You do not know who paid them. ! You paid them yourself with the wages of your sin."
 
"My sin!" Johnson, aghast.
 
"Do not add deceit to your , man. You killed that girl; you stole her pearls; when you went to London it was to sell them. Now you have paid your debts at the cost of Bithiah's life. 'Be sure thy sin will find thee out.' It has found you out--murderer!"
 
"I am no murderer," cried the minister, ; "as I am a living man, I had no hand in her death. I never saw her after she left my house. I searched, but in vain. Who paid my debts, I do not know. Yesterday I found a pile of receipted bills on this table. Who put them there I know no more than you do."
 
"You cannot impose upon me by such a story," said Brand, coldly; "debts like yours are not paid by unknown people. If such were the case, all you have to do is to see your and ask who paid them."
 
"I intend to, but as yet I have not had the time. After the funeral of Tera I am going to London to see my creditors and learn the truth."
 
Brand smiled. "You are going to London," he repeated; "that is, you intend to seek safety in flight. Well, it is the best thing you can do. I shall not betray your secret."
 
"I do not intend to fly. I have done nothing wrong."
 
"Man! man! why will you try to deceive me? I am your friend, and for your sake, for the sake of our Bethesda, I you to fly. What will your congregation say if their pastor is hanged for murder?"
 
Johnson drew back with a . "Hanged! No, they dare not. I am innocent."
 
"You have yet to prove that."
 
"Brand," cried the wretched man, , "you do not believe that I killed Tera?"
 
"From my soul I believe you did," replied Korah, sternly, "and if I did my duty I should deliver you to justice. But for the sake of Bethgamul I refrain. My man, fly, and of your terrible sin! God help you, for I cannot!" and with a gesture of casting off a sinner. Brand walked out of the room.