To none of these questions could the major find feasible answers; therefore for the time being--i.e., pending the narration of Jaggard--he dismissed them from his mind. It was possible that the story of the invalid might throw light on the darkness which overshadowed the case. As Jen anticipated, he found that Jaggard had recovered from his faint, and having had a sleep during the long absence of his master, was much better. As usual, Anne, the ill-favored housemaid, was watching by his bedside; but on a sign from Jen, she left the room. Finding himself alone with his servant, Jen addressed himself immediately to the business in hand. "Do you feel stronger, Jaggard?" he asked. "Much stronger, sir." "Are you able to talk?" "I think so, major--for half-an-hour, at least!" "Half-an-hour will be sufficient," said the major, in a serious voice. "I wish you to tell me what took place on the night you were drugged." "About Dido, sir?" "Yes, Jaggard, about Dido." The invalid remained silent for a time, then began to speak slowly and with some little difficulty. "After you left me, sir," he said in a weak voice, "I remained seated in my chair beside the bedside of my poor young master. If you remember there was only one candle in the room, which was placed on the table, some little distance away. I examined the window and found it closed." "You are sure of that?" demanded Jen, anxiously. "Quite sure, sir. It was bolted and barred. The door was simply closed, for I never thought of locking it, as I fancied, sir, that you might return after midnight to see if all was right." "I did not, however, Jaggard. I fell asleep in the library, after Mr. Sarby had gone to bed; and, of course, I had every confidence in you." "Please don't say that, major," said Jaggard, imploringly, "as I did my best. It was not my fault that Dido drugged me. I'm sure I don't know why she did so," continued Jaggard, half to himself. "I never did her any harm." The major looked fixedly at the man. "Do you not know what occurred during the time you were insensible?" he asked, gravely. "No, sir. I've only got my wits about me now." "Has not Anne told you?" "She hasn't told me anything, sir." "Well," said Jen, seeing that the man spoke in all good faith, "the body of Mr. Maurice was stolen on that night." "The body stolen!" repeated Jaggard, in amazement. "For why, sir?" "I can't tell, nor can anybody else. All we know is that at three o'clock in the morning we entered Mr. Maurice's room and found the window open, the body gone, and you insensible." "The window open," said Jaggard, thoughtfully. "Then it must have been opened from the inside, sir." "By Dido, no doubt." "I'm certain of it, major; and it was that black witch who stole the body." "How did she get into the room?" "She was hidden under the bed, sir." "Under the bed! Are you sure?" said Jen, greatly startled by this information.