His companion had glanced round now, keenly, as though to probe for the meaning which might lie beneath his words. He speculated whether she might be wondering how much he knew; was he cognisant of her meeting with Henshaw?
But, whatever her thought, she answered in the same even voice, "There is nothing to forgive. On the contrary I am most grateful."
They were nearing the house, and Gifford was debating whether he dared suggest another turn along the shrubbery path, when Richard Morriston appeared at the hall door, beckoned to them, and went in again.
"I wonder what d.i.c.k wants. Has anything more come to light?" Miss Morriston observed with a rather bored laugh as she slightly quickened her pace.
As they went in she called, "d.i.c.k!" and he answered her from the library.
There they found him with Kelson and Muriel Tredworth. A glance at their faces told Gifford that they were all in a state of scarcely suppressed excitement.
"I say, Edith, what do you think?" her brother exclaimed. "We"ve made a rather important discovery. Were you in the middle room of the tower during the dance?"
For a moment his sister did not answer.
"No; I don"t think I was," she said, with what seemed to Gifford a certain amount of apprehension in her eyes, although her expression was calm enough.
"Oh, but, my dear girl, you must have been," Morriston insisted vehemently. "We have found the explanation of the stains on Miss Tredworth"s dress and on yours."
"You have?" his sister replied, looking at him curiously.
"Yes; beyond all doubt. The mystery is made clear. Come and see."
He led the way across the hall and up the first story of the tower.
"There"s the explanation," he said, pointing to some dark red patches on the back of a sofa and on the carpet below.
"It is not a pleasant idea," Morriston said; "but you see these marks are directly under the place where the dead man lay in the room above. The blood from his wound evidently ran through the c.h.i.n.ks of the flooring on to the beams of the ceiling here and so fell drop by drop on the couch and on any one sitting there. Rather gruesome, but I am sure we must be all very glad to get the simple explanation. The only wonder is that no one thought of it before."
"Muriel was sitting just at that end of the sofa when I proposed to her,"
Kelson said in a low voice to Gifford.
"I am delighted the matter is so completely accounted for," his friend returned. "What fools we were ever to have taken it so tragically."
But his expression changed as he glanced at Edith Morriston; she had denied that she had been in the room.
"I have sent down to the police to tell them of the discovery," Morriston was saying. "The fact is that since the tragedy the servants appear to have rather shunned this part of the house, or at any rate to have devoted as little time to it as possible. Otherwise this would have come to light sooner. Anyhow it is a source of congratulation to Miss Tredworth and you, Edith. Of course you must have been in here."
"I remember sitting just there; ugh!" Miss Tredworth said with a shudder.
"I can swear to that," Kelson corroborated with a knowing smile.
"You must have done the same or brushed against the sofa, Edith,"
Morriston said cheerfully. "Well, I"m glad that"s settled, although it brings us no nearer towards solving the mystery of what happened overhead."
"No," Kelson remarked. "It looks as though that was going to remain a mystery."
The butler came in. "Major Freeman is here, sir," he said, "with Mr.
Henshaw, and would like to speak to you."
Morriston looked surprised. "Alfred has been very quick. We sent him off only about a quarter of an hour ago."
"Alfred met Major Freeman and Mr. Henshaw with the detective just beyond the lodge gates, sir."
"Then they were coming up here independently of my message?"
"Yes, sir. Alfred gave Major Freeman the message and came back."
Morriston moved towards the door. "I will see these gentlemen at once," he said.
"In the library, sir."
Involuntarily Gifford had glanced at Edith Morriston. She was standing impa.s.sively with set face; and at his glance she turned away to the window. But not before he had caught in her eyes a look which he hated to see, a look which seemed to confirm a suspicion already in his mind.
CHAPTER XVII
WHAT A GIRL SAW
With Morriston"s departure a rather uncomfortable silence fell upon the party left in the room. Every one seemed to feel that there was something in the air, the shadow of a possibly serious development in the case. Even Kelson, who was otherwise inclined to be jubilant over the freeing of his fiancee from suspicion, seemed to feel it was no time or place just then for gaiety, and his expression grew as grave as that of the rest.
"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 pa.s.sing behind that veil of impa.s.siveness. "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 d.i.c.k back again."
Morriston hurried in with a serious face. In answer to Kelson"s, "Well, d.i.c.k?" 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. I asked Freeman if there was any objection to you fellows coming to the library and hearing the story; he is quite agreeable. So will you come? You too, Edith, and Miss Tredworth; there is nothing at all horrible in it so far."
For the first time Edith Morriston turned from the window. "Is it necessary, d.i.c.k?" she protested quietly. "I"d just as soon hear it all afterwards from you. These police visitations are rather getting on my nerves."
"Very well, dear; you shall hear all about it later on," her brother responded, and led the way down to the library. Gifford was the last to leave the room, and his glance back showed him that Edith Morriston had turned again to the window and resumed her former att.i.tude.
In the library were the chief constable, Gervase Henshaw and a local detective.
"Now, Major Freeman," Morriston said as he closed the door, "we shall be glad to hear this new piece of evidence."
Major Freeman bowed. "Shortly, it comes to this," he began. "A young woman named Martha Haynes, belonging to Branchester, called at my office this morning and made a statement which, if reliable, must have an important bearing on this mysterious case.