"But you don't suggest he sat up that night in particular?"
"Undoubtedly he sat up that night."
"But merely as he always did?"
"He might have been waiting for his chance on the previous nights."
Carrington smoked thoughtfully for a moment and then asked:
"But there is no evidence that he left his room or was heard moving about that night, is there?"
"There is not yet any positive evidence. But he was obviously in a position to do so."
"Was his room near or over the library?"
"N—no," said the fiscal, and there seemed to be a hint of reluctance in his voice.
Carrington glanced at him quickly and then gazed up at the ceiling.
"What sort of a girl is Miss Farmond?" he enquired next.
"She is the illegitimate daughter of a brother of the late Sir Reginald's."
Carrington nodded.
"So I gathered from the local gossips. But that fact is hardly against her, is it?"
"Why not?"
Carrington looked a little surprised.
"Girls don't generally murder their uncles for choice, in my own experience; especially if they are also their benefactors."
"This was hardly the usual relationship," said the lawyer with a touch of significance.
