heighten than lessen her beauty. By contrast it brought out the
rich deep colour of her face and the graceful lines of her
figure. She was altogether a very attractive young widow.

She seemed to have a sort of fear of Andrews, whether merely
because he represented the insurance company on which so much
depended or because there were other reasons for fear, I could
not, of course, make out. Andrews was very courteous and polite,
yet I caught myself asking if it was not a professional rather
than a personal politeness. Remembering his stress on the fact
that she was alone with her husband when he died, it suddenly
flashed across my mind that somewhere I had read of a detective
who, as his net was being woven about a victim, always grew more
and more ominously polite toward the victim. I know that Andrews
suspected her of a close connection with the case. As for myself,
I don't know what I suspected as yet.

No objection was offered to our request to examine Mr.
Morowitch's personal effects in the library, and accordingly
Craig ransacked the desk and the letter-file. There was
practically nothing to be discovered.

"Had Mr. Morowitch ever received any threats of robbery?" asked
Craig, as he stood before the desk.

"Not that I know of," replied Mrs. Morowitch. "Of course every
jeweller who carries a large stock of diamonds must be careful.
But I don't think my husband had any special reason to fear
robbery. At least he never said anything about it. Why do you
ask?"