"Did he know of your uncle's hints of disinheritance?"

"He did."

"What was his attitude in the matter?"

Florence Lloyd looked proudly at her lover.

"The same as mine," she said. "We both regretted my uncle's
protest, but we had no intention of letting it stand in the way
of our happiness."

Still Gregory Hall did not look at his fiancee. He sat
motionless, preoccupied, and seemingly lost in deep thought,
oblivious to all that was going on.

Whether his absence from Sedgwick at the time of the murder made
him feel that he was in no way implicated, and so the inquiry
held no interest for him; or whether he was looking ahead and
wondering whither these vital questions were leading Florence
Lloyd, I had no means of knowing. Certainly, he was a man of
most impassive demeanor and marvellous self-control.

"Then, in effect, you defied your uncle?"

"In effect, I suppose I did; but not in so many words. I always
tried to urge him to see the matter in a different light."

"What was his objection to Mr. Hall as your husband?"