Rattar," said Ned. "I'm only trying to help—same as you."
Simon's voice seemed now to have exactly the opposite note. For him, his tone of acquiescence was even eager.
"Quite so; quite so, Mr. Cromarty. We are acting together; exactly."
"That's all the new evidence then?"
Simon nodded, and a few moments of silence followed.
"Tell me honestly," demanded Ned at last, "have you actually no clue at all? No suspicion of any kind? Haven't you got on the track of any possible reason for the deed?"
"Reason?" repeated Simon. "Now we come to business, Mr. Cromarty. What's the motive? That's the point."
"Have you found one?"
Simon looked judicially discreet.
"At this moment all I can tell you is to answer the question: 'Who benefits by Sir Reginald Cromarty's death?'"
"Well—who did? Seems to me every one who knew him suffered."
"Sentimentally perhaps—but not financially."
Ned looked at him in silence, as if an entirely new point of view were dawning on his mind. But he compressed his lips and merely asked:
"Well?"
"To begin with, nothing was stolen from the house. Therefore no outside thief or burglar gained anything. I may add also that the police
