you'll follow the drive, sir, you'll come to the house. Of
course I can't say if Mr. Ablett's at home.' And he gave a sort
of nasty laugh again, and said, 'Fine place Mister Mark Ablett's
got here. Plenty of money to spend, eh?' Well, then I had
another look at him, sir, because gentlemen don't talk like that,
and if he was Mr. Ablett's brother--but before I could make up my
mind, he laughed and went on. That's all I can tell you, sir."

Andrew Amos stepped down and moved away to the back of the room,
nor did Antony take his eyes off him until he was assured that
Amos intended to remain there until the inquest was over.

"Who's Amos talking to now?" he whispered to Bill.

"Parsons. One of the gardeners. He's at the outside lodge on
the Stanton road. They're all here to-day. Sort of holiday for
'em.

"I wonder if he's giving evidence too," thought Antony. He was.
He followed Amos. He had been at work on the lawn in front of
the house, and had seen Robert Ablett arrive. He didn't hear the
shot--not to notice. He was a little hard of hearing. He had
seen a gentleman arrive about five minutes after Mr. Robert.

"Can you see him in court now?" asked the Coroner. Parsons
looked round slowly. Antony caught his eye and smiled.

"That's him," said Parsons, pointing.

Everybody looked at Antony.