"I was too much alarmed to think of it, Mr. Troy. I left it here, on the table."
"With the envelope open?"
"Yes."
"How long were you absent in the other room?"
"Half an hour or more."
"Ha!" said Mr. Troy to himself. "This complicates it a little." He reflected for a while, and then turned again to Moody. "Did any of the servants know of this bank-note being in her Ladyship"s possession?"
"Not one of them," Moody answered.
"Do you suspect any of the servants?"
"Certainly not, sir."
"Are there any workmen employed in the house?"
"No, sir."
"Do you know of any persons who had access to the room while Lady Lydiard was absent from it?"
"Two visitors called, sir."
"Who were they?"
"Her Ladyship"s nephew, Mr. Felix Sweetsir, and the Honorable Alfred Hardyman."
Mr. Troy shook his head irritably. "I am not speaking of gentlemen of high position and repute," he said. "It"s absurd even to mention Mr.
Sweetsir and Mr. Hardyman. My question related to strangers who might have obtained access to the drawing-room--people calling, with her Ladyship"s sanction, for subscriptions, for instance; or people calling with articles of dress or ornament to be submitted to her Ladyship"s inspection."
"No such persons came to the house with my knowledge," Moody answered.
Mr. Troy suspended the investigation, and took a turn thoughtfully in the room. The theory on which his inquiries had proceeded thus far had failed to produce any results. His experience warned him to waste no more time on it, and to return to the starting-point of the investigation--in other words, to the letter. Shifting his point of view, he turned again to Lady Lydiard, and tried his questions in a new direction.
"Mr. Moody mentioned just now," he said, "that your Ladyship was called into the next room before you could seal your letter. On your return to this room, did you seal the letter?"
"I was busy with the dog," Lady Lydiard answered. "Isabel Miller was of no use in the boudoir, and I told her to seal it for me."
Mr. Troy started. The new direction in which he was pushing his inquiries began to look like the right direction already. "Miss Isabel Miller," he proceeded, "has been a resident under your Ladyship"s roof for some little time, I believe?"
"For nearly two years, Mr. Troy."
"As your Ladyship"s companion and reader?"
"As my adopted daughter," her Ladyship answered, with marked emphasis.
Wise Mr. Troy rightly interpreted the emphasis as a warning to him to suspend the examination of her Ladyship, and to address to Mr. Moody the far more serious questions which were now to come.
"Did anyone give you the letter before you left the house with it?" he said to the steward. "Or did you take it yourself?"
"I took it myself, from the table here."
"Was it sealed?"
"Yes."
"Was anybody present when you took the letter from the table?"
"Miss Isabel was present."
"Did you find her alone in the room?"
"Yes, sir."
Lady Lydiard opened her lips to speak, and checked herself. Mr. Troy, having cleared the ground before him, put the fatal question.
"Mr. Moody," he said, "when Miss Isabel was instructed to seal the letter, did she know that a bank-note was inclosed in it?"
Instead of replying, Robert drew back from the lawyer with a look of horror. Lady Lydiard started to her feet--and checked herself again, on the point of speaking.
"Answer him, Moody," she said, putting a strong constraint on herself.
Robert answered very unwillingly. "I took the liberty of reminding her ladyship that she had left her letter unsealed," he said. "And I mentioned as my excuse for speaking,"--he stopped, and corrected himself--"_I believe_ I mentioned that a valuable inclosure was in the letter."
"You believe?" Mr. Troy repeated. "Can"t you speak more positively than that?"
"_I_ can speak positively," said Lady Lydiard, with her eyes on the lawyer. "Moody did mention the inclosure in the letter--in Isabel Miller"s hearing as well as in mine." She paused, steadily controlling herself. "And what of that, Mr. Troy?" she added, very quietly and firmly.
Mr. Troy answered quietly and firmly, on his side. "I am surprised that your Ladyship should ask the question," he said.
"I persist in repeating the question," Lady Lydiard rejoined. "I say that Isabel Miller knew of the inclosure in my letter--and I ask, What of that?"
"And I answer," retorted the impenetrable lawyer, "that the suspicion of theft rests on your Ladyship"s adopted daughter, and on n.o.body else."
"It"s false!" cried Robert, with a burst of honest indignation. "I wish to G.o.d I had never said a word to you about the loss of the bank-note!
Oh, my Lady! my Lady! don"t let him distress you! What does _he_ know about it?"
"Hush!" said Lady Lydiard. "Control yourself, and hear what he has to say." She rested her hand on Moody"s shoulder, partly to encourage him, partly to support herself; and, fixing her eyes again on Mr. Troy, repeated his last words, ""Suspicion rests on my adopted daughter, and on n.o.body else." Why on n.o.body else?"
"Is your Ladyship prepared to suspect the Rector of St. Anne"s of embezzlement, or your own relatives and equals of theft?" Mr. Troy asked. "Does a shadow of doubt rest on the servants? Not if Mr. Moody"s evidence is to be believed. Who, to our own certain knowledge, had access to the letter while it was unsealed? Who was alone in the room with it? And who knew of the inclosure in it? I leave the answer to your Ladyship."
"Isabel Miller is as incapable of an act of theft as I am. There is my answer, Mr. Troy."
The lawyer bowed resignedly, and advanced to the door.
"Am I to take your Ladyship"s generous a.s.sertion as finally disposing of the question of the lost bank-note?" he inquired.