"As I pass his door, I see it open, and his light low, so I know
he is still below stair."

"And you did not pass by the library on your way round the
house?"

Louis's face turned a shade whiter than usual, but he said
distinctly, though in a low voice, "No, sir."

An involuntary gasp as of amazement was heard, and though I
looked quickly at Miss Lloyd, it was not she who had made the
sound. It was one of the maidservants, a pretty German girl, who
sat behind Miss Lloyd. No one else seemed to notice it, and I
realized it was not surprising that the strain of the occasion
should thus disturb the girl.

"You heard Louis come in, Lambert?" asked Mr. Monroe, who was
conducting the whole inquiry in a conversational way, rather than
as a formal inquest.

"Yes, sir; he came in about eleven, and went directly to his
room."

The butler stood with folded hands, a sad expression in his eyes,
but with an air of importance that seemed to be inseparable from
him, in any circumstances.

Doctor Fairchild was called as the next witness.