“Katie O’Brien, chambermaid,” was next called; and in response a young Irish woman quietly took her place before the coroner.  She answered the questions addressed her as briefly as possible, but with deliberation, as though each word had been carefully weighed.

“Did you have charge of the private rooms of Mr. Mainwaring?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You took care of his rooms as usual Wednesday?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you see Mr. Mainwaring during the day or evening?”

“I met him once or twice in the halls.”

“When did you last see him?”

“About two o’clock Wednesday afternoon.”

“State how you first heard of his death.”

“I was working in the halls up-stairs about seven that morning and heard running back and forth, as if there was trouble.  I went out into the front hall and met the butler, and he told me Mr. Mainwaring had been murdered.”

“Did you go in to see him at that time?”

“Yes, sir, for a moment.”

“Did you notice anything unusual in his rooms?”

“I didn’t notice anything unusual in Mr. Mainwaring’s rooms.”

“Did you in any room?”

“Yes, sir.”

“In what one?”

“In Mr. Scott’s room, a little later.”

“State what you observed.”

“A few minutes after I left the library I saw Mr. Scott come out of his room and go away with Mr. Whitney, and I thought I would go in and do up the room.  So I went in, but the bed was just as I had made it up the day before.  It hadn’t been slept in nor touched.  Then things was strewn around considerable, and the top drawer of his dressing-case was kept locked all the forenoon until he went to the city.”

“When did he go to the city?”

“About noon.”

“Did you see Mr. Scott the day or evening preceding Mr. Mainwaring’s death?”

“No, sir; but I know he was locked in Mr. Mainwaring’s library all the afternoon, after the folks had gone out driving.”

“How do you know the library was locked?”

“I was sweeping in the corridor, and I heard him unlock the door when the butler came up with some gentleman’s card.”

“Did you see the gentleman who came up-stairs later?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you see Walter LaGrange at any time during yesterday forenoon?”

The witness colored slightly, but replied, “I think I met him once or twice; I don’t remember just when.”

“He was away from home part of the time, was he not?”

“I don’t know where he was.”

Nothing further of importance could be learned from the witness, and, as it was then past twelve, a short recess was taken until after lunch.

Scott took his place at the table with the guests, seemingly alike indifferent to cold aversion or angry frowns.  He was conscious that Miss Carleton was watching him, her manner indicating the same frank friendliness she had shown him on the preceding day, and in response to a signal from her, as they rose from the table, he followed her into one of the drawing-rooms, joining her in a large alcove window, where she motioned him to a seat on a low divan by her side.