"I wonder what these fellows have come to say," he observed as he
paced the room.
"Let's hope to announce that at last they are going to leave you in
peace, Edith," Miss Tredworth said.
Edith Morriston did not alter her position as she stood looking out of
the window. "Thank you for your kind wish, Muriel," she responded in a
cold voice; "but I'm afraid that is too much to hope for just yet."
"Yet one doesn't see what else it can be," Kelson observed reflectively.
"They can hardly have found out exactly how the man came by his death;
much more likely to have abandoned their latest theory, eh, Hugh?"
Gifford was looking, held by the grip of his imagination, at the tall
figure by the window; wondering what was passing behind that veil of
impassiveness. "I don't see what they can have found out away from this
house," he said, rousing himself by an effort to answer; "and they don't
seem to have been here lately."
"Well, we shall see," Kelson said casually. "Ah, here comes Dick
back again."
Morriston hurried in with a serious face. In answer to Kelson's, "Well,
Dick?" he said.
"It appears a rather extraordinary piece of evidence has just come to
light; one which, if true, completely solves the mystery of the locked
door.
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