Trafford waited, seemingly expecting something more, but when the pause grew awkward, he continued, "He told you he had a letter to write before he went to bed. Had he written it?"
"I don't know. It's a thing we never shall know."
"It's a thing that we will know, and that in a very short time. Who entered the room first that morning?" and there was a sense of action in his tone that caused her to look up with sudden interest.
"I did. Mary told me expressly that she hadn't dared open the door until I came, and Jonathan was by the body, outside."
"Was the door closed?"
"Yes."
"Who closed it?"
"I have never asked. I supposed it hadn't been open."
"It was open," he said. "He came to the door without a light when the bell rang. Naturally, he left the door open so that the light from the room would shine through. He would leave it wide open, to get the full light. Somebody shut that door!"
