nglers. "You killed that man. Now, who told you
to kill him?"

"I know nozzin', I no kill. Bhowanee no take one-eye mans."

For want of an interpreter Hurd found it difficult to carry on the
conversation. He rose and determined to postpone further examination
till he would get someone who understood the Hindoo tongue. But in the
meantime Hokar might run away, and Hurd rather regretted that he had
been so precipitate. However, he nodded to the man and went off, pretty
sure he would not fly at once.

Then Hurd went to the village police-office, and told a bucolic
constable to keep his eye on Miss Junk's "fureiner," as he learned Hokar
was called. The policeman, a smooth-faced individual, promised to do so,
after Hurd produced his credentials, and sauntered towards "The Red
Pig," at some distance from the detective's heels. A timely question
about the curry revealed, by the mouth of Miss Junk, that Hokar was
still in the kitchen. "But he do seem alarmed-like," said Matilda,
laying the cloth.

"Let's hope he won't spoil the curry," remarked Hurd. Then, knowing
Hokar was safe, he went into the bar to make the acquaintance of his
other victim.

Captain Jarvey Jessop quite answered to the description given by Pash.
He was large and sailor-like, with red hair mixed with grey and a red
beard that scarcely concealed the scar running from temple to mouth. He
had drunk enough to make him cheerful and was quite willing to fall into
conversation with Hurd, who explained himself unnecessarily. "I'm a
commercial gent," said the detective, calling for two rums, plain, "and
I like talking."

"Me, too," growled the sailor, grasping his glass. "I'm here on what
you'd call a visit, but I go back to my home to-morrow. Then it's ho for
Callao," he shouted in a sing-song voice.

Hurd knew the fierce old chanty and sized Captain Jarvey up at once. He
was of the buccaneer type, and there was little he would not do to make
money and have a roaring time. Failing Hokar, with his deadly
handkerchief, here was the man who might have killed Aaron Norman.
"Drink up," shouted Hurd in his turn, "we'll have some more.

"On no condition, is extradition,
Allowed in Callao."

"Gum," said Captain Jessop, "you know the chanty."

Hurd winked. "I've bin round about in my time."

Jessop stretched out a huge hand. "Put it there, mate," said he, with a
roar like a fog-horn, "and drink up along o' me. My treat."

Hurd nodded and became jo