“I had gone as usual to the bath-room to prepare the bath for Mr. Mainwaring, and when everything was in readiness I knocked at his door to waken him.  There was no answer, and, after knocking several times, I unlocked the door and looked in.  I saw he had not occupied the room, but I didn’t think much about that, and went on through the smoking-room into the library, and then I saw Mr. Mainwaring lying on the floor in the next room.  At first I thought he was sick and went to him, but as I got nearer I saw that he was dead, and then I noticed the revolver lying beside him.”

“What did you then do?”

“I was frightened, sir, and I went to call help as quick as I could.”

“Who was the first person whom you met and told of your discovery?”

“Well, sir, I went first for Mr. Whitney, because he was a friend of Mr. Mainwaring’s and a lawyer, and I thought he would know what to do; but on my way to his room I met Wilson, Mr. Ralph Mainwaring’s valet, and I told him what had happened; then I called Mr. Whitney and told him Mr. Mainwaring had shot himself.”

“Did you get the impression that Mr. Mainwaring bad shot himself from the fact that the revolver lay near his band, or had you any other reasons for that inference?”

“No, sir, that was the only reason.”

“Can you state positively whether this revolver belonged to Mr. Mainwaring?” asked the coroner, at the same time passing the weapon to Hardy.

“Yes, sir,” replied the latter, promptly, handing it back after a moment’s inspection, “that is Mr. Mainwaring’s revolver.  I’ve cleaned it many a time, and there’s little marks on it that I know sure.”

“Very well.  After summoning Mr. Whitney, did you call any other members of the household?”

“Mr. Whitney sent me to call Mr. Ralph Mainwaring; but I met Wilson again, and he said he had just told Mr. Mainwaring and Mr. Thornton, and was on his way to the room of young Mr. Mainwaring.  Down the hall I met the butler and told him what had happened, and we both went into the library, and I stayed there till Mr. Whitney came.”

“When did you last see Mr. Hugh Mainwaring?”

“Shortly after dinner last evening, between seven and eight o’clock, I should say, sir.”

“Where was that?”

“In the main hall down-stairs, sir.  He stopped me to say that he would not need me last evening, and that after locking up his rooms for the night I could have my time to myself.”

“Was the locking of his rooms usually included among your duties at night?”

“Yes, sir; his private rooms and the hall on the south side.”

“Did you have any stated time for doing this?”

“At nine o’clock, sir.”

“You locked the rooms as usual last night?”

“Yes, sir; that is, I locked them all right, but it was later than usual.”

“How was that?”

“About half an hour after Mr. Mainwaring spoke to me, the housekeeper came and asked me to keep the rooms open till about ten o’clock, as she was expecting callers and wanted to receive them by the south hall into her private parlor.”