"Thus we a.s.sume," the coroner went on, as the doctor finished his simple statement and resumed his seat, "that Mr. Crawford remained in his office, occupied with his business matters, until midnight or later, when some person or persons came into his room, murdered him, and went away again, without making sufficient noise or disturbance to arouse the sleeping household."
"Perhaps Mr. Crawford himself had fallen asleep in his chair," suggested one of the jurors,--the Mr. Orville, who was continually taking notes in his little book.
"It is possible," said the doctor, as the remark was practically addressed to him, "but not probable. The att.i.tude in which the body was found indicates that the victim was awake, and in full possession of his faculties. Apparently he made no resistance of any sort."
"Which seems to show," said the coroner, "that his a.s.sailant was not a burglar or tramp, for in that case he would surely have risen and tried to put him out. The fact that Mr. Crawford was evidently shot by a person standing in front of him, seems to imply that that person"s att.i.tude was friendly, and that the victim had no suspicion of the danger that threatened him."
This was clear and logical reasoning, and I looked at the coroner in admiration, until I suddenly remembered Parmalee"s hateful suspicion and wondered if Coroner Monroe was preparing for an attack upon Miss Lloyd.
Gregory Hall was summoned next.
He was self-possessed and even cool in his demeanor. There was a frank manner about him that pleased me, but there was also a something which repelled me.
I couldn"t quite explain it to myself, but while he had an air of extreme straightforwardness, there was also an indefinable effect of reserve. I couldn"t help feeling that if this man had anything to conceal, he would be quite capable of doing so under a mask of great outspokenness.
But, as it turned out, he had nothing either to conceal or reveal, for he had been away from West Sedgwick since six o"clock the night before, and knew nothing of the tragedy until he heard of it by telephone at Mr.
Crawford"s New York office that morning about half-past ten. This made him of no importance as a witness, but Mr. Monroe asked him a few questions.
"You left here last evening, you say?"
"On the six o"clock train to New York, yes."
"For what purpose?"
"On business for Mr. Crawford."
"Did that business occupy you last evening?"
Mr. Hall looked surprised at this question, but answered quietly
"No; I was to attend to the business to-day. But I often go to New York for several days at a time."
"And where were you last evening?" pursued the coroner.
This time Mr. Hall looked more surprised still, and said
"As it has no bearing on the matter in hand, I prefer not to answer that rather personal question."
Mr. Monroe looked surprised in his turn, and said: "I think I must insist upon an answer, Mr. Hall, for it is quite necessary that we learn the whereabouts of every member of this household last evening."
"I cannot agree with you, sir," said Gregory Hall, coolly; "my engagements for last evening were entirely personal matters, in no way connected with Mr. Crawford"s business. As I was not in West Sedgwick at the time my late employer met his death, I cannot see that my private affairs need be called into question."
"Quite so, quite so," put in Mr. Orville; but Lemuel Porter interrupted him.
"Not at all so. I agree with Mr. Monroe, that Mr. Hall should frankly tell us where he spent last evening."
"And I refuse to do so," said Mr. Hall, speaking not angrily, but with great decision.
"Your refusal may tend to direct suspicion toward yourself, Mr. Hall,"
said the coroner.
Gregory Hall smiled slightly. "As I was out of town, your suggestion sounds a little absurd. However, I take that risk, and absolutely refuse to answer any questions save those which relate to the matter in hand."
Coroner Monroe looked rather helplessly at his jurors, but as none of them said anything further, he turned again to Gregory Hall.
"The telephone message you received this morning, then, was the first knowledge you had of Mr. Crawford"s death?"
"It was."
"And you came out here at once?"
"Yes; on the first train I could catch."
"I am sorry you resent personal questions, Mr. Hall, for I must ask you some. Are you engaged to Mr. Crawford"s niece, Miss Lloyd?"
"I am."
This answer was given in a low, quiet tone, apparently without emotion of any kind, but Miss Lloyd showed, a different att.i.tude. At the words of Gregory Hall, she blushed, dropped her eyes, fingered her handkerchief nervously, and evinced just such embarra.s.sment as might be expected from any young woman, in the event of a public mention of her betrothal. And yet I had not looked for such an exhibition from Florence Lloyd. Her very evident strength of character would seem to preclude the actions of an inexperienced debutante.
"Did Mr. Crawford approve of your engagement to his niece?" pursued Mr.
Monroe.
"With all due respect, Mr. Coroner," said Gregory Hall, in his subdued but firm way, "I cannot think these questions are relevant or pertinent.
Unless you can a.s.sure me that they are, I prefer not to reply."
"They are both relevant and pertinent to the matter in hand, Mr. Hall; but I am now of the opinion that they would better be asked of another witness. You are excused. I now call Miss Florence Lloyd."
V. FLORENCE LLOYD
A stir was perceptible all through the room as Miss Lloyd acknowledged by a bow of her beautiful head the summons of the coroner.
The jurors looked at her with evident sympathy and admiration, and I remembered that as they were fellow-townsmen and neighbors they probably knew the young woman well, and she was doubtless a friend of their own daughters.
It seemed as if such social acquaintance must prejudice them in her favor, and perhaps render them incapable of unbiased judgment, should her evidence be incriminating. But in my secret heart, I confess, I felt glad of this. I was glad of anything that would keep even a shadow of suspicion away from this girl to whose fascinating charm I had already fallen a victim.
Nor was I the only one in the room who dreaded the mere thought of Miss Lloyd"s connection with this horrible matter.
Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Porter were, I could see, greatly concerned lest some mistaken suspicion should indicate any doubt of the girl. I could see by their kindly glances that she was a favorite, and was absolutely free from suspicion in their minds.
Mr. Orville had not quite the same att.i.tude. Though he looked at Miss Lloyd admiringly, I felt sure he was alertly ready to pounce upon anything that might seem to connect her with a guilty knowledge of this crime.
Gregory Hall"s att.i.tude was inexplicable, and I concluded I had yet much to learn about that young man. He looked at Miss Lloyd critically, and though his glance could not be called quite unsympathetic, yet it showed no definite sympathy. He seemed to be coldly weighing her in his own mental balance, and he seemed to await whatever she might be about to say with the impartial air of a disinterested judge. Though a stranger myself, my heart ached for the young woman who was placed so suddenly in such a painful position, but Gregory Hall apparently lacked any personal interest in the case.
I felt sure this was not true, that he was not really so unconcerned as he appeared; but I could not guess why he chose to a.s.sume an impa.s.sive mask.