I looked at Mr. Philip Crawford curiously. Of course I didn't
expect him to give way to emotional grief, but it jarred on me to
hear him refer to his brother's tragic death in such cold tones,
and with such a businesslike demeanor.

However, I realized I did not know the man at all, and this
attitude might be due to his effort in concealing his real
feelings.

He looked very like his brother Joseph, and I gathered from the
appearance of both men, and the manner of Philip, that the
Crawford nature was one of repression and self-control.
Moreover, I knew nothing of the sentiments of the two brothers,
and it might easily be that they were not entirely in sympathy.

I thanked him for his offer of help, and then as he volunteered
no further observations, I excused myself and proceeded alone to
the library.

As I entered the great room and closed the door behind me, I was
again impressed by the beauty and luxury of the appointments.
Surely Joseph Crawford must have been a man of fine calibre and
refined tastes to enjoy working in such an atmosphere. But I had
only two short hours before the inquest, and I had many things to
do, so for the moment I set myself assiduously to work examining
the room again. As in my first examination, I did no microscopic
scrutinizing; but I looked over the papers on and in the desk, I
noted conditions in the desk of Mr. Hall, the secretary, and I
paid special attention to the position of the furniture and
windows, my thoughts all directed to an intruder from outside on