"Did he ever threaten this proceeding before?"
"He had hinted it, but not so definitely."
"Did Mr. Hall know of Mr. Crawford"s objection to his suit?"
"He did."
"Did he know of your uncle"s hints of disinheritance?"
"He did."
"What was his att.i.tude in the matter?"
Florence Lloyd looked proudly at her lover.
"The same as mine," she said. "We both regretted my uncle"s protest, but we had no intention of letting it stand in the way of our happiness."
Still Gregory Hall did not look at his fiancee. He sat motionless, preoccupied, and seemingly lost in deep thought, oblivious to all that was going on.
Whether his absence from Sedgwick at the time of the murder made him feel that he was in no way implicated, and so the inquiry held no interest for him; or whether he was looking ahead and wondering whither these vital questions were leading Florence Lloyd, I had no means of knowing. Certainly, he was a man of most impa.s.sive demeanor and marvellous self-control.
"Then, in effect, you defied your uncle?"
"In effect, I suppose I did; but not in so many words. I always tried to urge him to see the matter in a different light."
"What was his objection to Mr. Hall as your husband?"
"Must I answer that?"
"Yes; I think so; as I must have a clear understanding of the whole affair."
"Well, then, he told me that he had no objection to Mr. Hall, personally. But he wished me to make what he called a more brilliant alliance. He wanted me to marry a man of greater wealth and social position."
The scorn in Miss Lloyd"s voice for her uncle"s ambitions was so unmistakable that it made her whole answer seem a compliment to Mr.
Hall, rather than the reverse. It implied that the sterling worth of the young secretary was far more to be desired than the riches and rank advocated by her uncle. This time Gregory Hall looked at the speaker with a faint smile, that showed appreciation, if not adoration.
But I did not gather from his att.i.tude that he did not adore his beautiful bride-to-be; I only concluded that he was not one to show his feelings in public.
However, I couldn"t help feeling that I had learned which of the two was more anxious for the engagement to continue.
"In what way was your uncle more definite in his threat last night, than he had been heretofore?" the coroner continued.
Miss Lloyd gave a little gasp, as if the question she had been dreading had come at last. She looked at the inexorable face of the butler, she looked at Mr. Randolph, and then flashed a half-timid glance at Hall, as she answered,
"He said that unless I promised to give up Mr. Hall, he would go last night to Mr. Randolph"s and have a new will drawn up."
"Did he do so?" exclaimed Gregory Hall, an expression almost of fear appearing on his commonplace face.
Miss Lloyd looked at him, and seemed startled. Apparently his sudden question had surprised her.
Mr. Monroe paid no attention to Mr. Hall"s remark, but said to Miss Lloyd, "He had made such threats before, had he not?"
"Yes, but not with the same determination. He told me in so many words, I must choose between Mr. Hall or the inheritance of his fortune."
"And your answer to this?"
"I made no direct answer. I had told him many times that I had no intention of breaking my engagement, whatever course he might choose to pursue."
Mr. Orville was clearly delighted with the turn things were taking.
He already scented a sensation, and he scribbled industriously in his rapidly filling note-book.
This habit of his disgusted me, for surely the jurors on this preliminary inquest could come to their conclusions without a detailed account of all these conversations.
I also resented the looks of admiration which Mr. Orville cast at the beautiful girl. It seemed to me that with the exception of Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Porter, who were family friends, the jurors should have maintained a formal and impersonal att.i.tude.
Mr. Hamilton spoke directly to Miss Lloyd on the subject.
"I am greatly surprised," he said, "that Mr. Crawford should take such a stand. He has often spoken to me of you as his heiress, and to my knowledge, your engagement to Mr. Hall is not of immediately recent date."
"No," said Miss Lloyd, "but it is only recently that my uncle expressed his disapprobation so strongly; and last night at dinner was the first time he positively stated his intention in regard to his will."
At this Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Porter conversed together in indignant whispers, and it was quite evident that they did not approve of Mr.
Crawford"s treatment of his niece.
Mr. Philip Crawford looked astounded, and also dismayed, which surprised me, as I had understood that had it not been for Miss Lloyd, he himself would have been his brother"s heir.
Mr. Randolph showed only a lawyer-like, noncommittal expression, and Gregory Hall, too, looked absolutely impa.s.sive.
The coroner grew more alert, as if he had discovered something of definite import, and asked eagerly,
"Did he do so? Did he go to his lawyer"s and make another will?"
Miss Lloyd"s cold calm had returned, and seemed to rebuke the coroner"s excited interest.
"I do not know," she replied. "He went out after dinner, as I have told you, but I retired to my bedroom before he came home."
"And you did not come down-stairs again last night?"
"I did not."
The words were spoken in a clear, even tone; but something made me doubt their truth. It was not the voice or inflection; there was no hesitation or stammer, but a sudden and momentary droop of Miss Lloyd"s eyelids seemed to me to give the lie to her words.
I wondered if Gregory Hall had the same thought, for he slowly raised his own eyes and looked at her steadily for the first time since her testimony began.
She did not look at him. Instead, she was staring at the butler.
Either she had reason to fear his knowledge, or I was fanciful. With an endeavor to shake off these shadows of suspicion, I chanced to look at Parmalee. To my disgust, he was quite evidently gloating over the disclosures being made by the witness. I felt my anger rise, and I determined then and there that if suspicion of guilt or complicity should by any chance unjustly light on that brave and lovely girl, I would make the effort of my life to clear her from it.
"You did not come down again," the coroner went on pointedly, "to ask your uncle if he had changed his will?"