and Gregory Hall, too, looked absolutely impassive.

The coroner grew more alert, as if he had discovered something of
definite import, and asked eagerly,

"Did he do so? Did he go to his lawyer's and make another will?"

Miss Lloyd's cold calm had returned, and seemed to rebuke the
coroner's excited interest.

"I do not know," she replied. "He went out after dinner, as I
have told you, but I retired to my bedroom before he came home."

"And you did not come down-stairs again last night?"

"I did not."

The words were spoken in a clear, even tone; but something made
me doubt their truth. It was not the voice or inflection; there
was no hesitation or stammer, but a sudden and momentary droop of
Miss Lloyd's eyelids seemed to me to give the lie to her words.

I wondered if Gregory Hall had the same thought, for he slowly
raised his own eyes and looked at her steadily for the first time
since her testimony began.

She did not look at him. Instead, she was staring at the butler.
Either she had reason to fear his knowledge, or I was fanciful.
With an endeavor to shake off these shadows of suspicion, I
chanced to look at Parmalee. To my disgust, he was quite