"Let me hear it," said he, with the extreme quietness of manner he had been assuming for the last few days.
"Betsy says, that the night on which her lover —I forget his name—for she always calls him 'he'"
"Leonards."
"The night on which Leonards was last seen at the station-when he was last seen on duty, in fact—Miss Hale was there, walking about with a young man who, Bessy believes, killed Leonards by some blow or push."
"Leonards was not killed by any blow or push."
"How do you know?"
"Because I distinctly put the question to the of the Infirmary. He told me there was an surgeon internal disease of long standing, caused by Leonards' habit of drinking to excess; that the fact of his becoming rapidly worse while in a state of intoxication, settled the question as to whether the last fatal attack was caused by excess of drinking, or the fall."
"The fall! What fall?"
"Caused by the blow or push of which Betsy speaks."
"Then there was a blow or push?"
"I believe so."
"And who did it?"
"As there was no inquest, in consequence of the doctor's opinion, I cannot tell you."
"But Miss Hale was there?"
No answer.
"And with a young man?"
