once during the afternoon. Still Dr. Valdey himself never said to me that there was any immediate danger. But that's neither here nor there--the young fellow died that night." "That night!" exclaimed Gilling, "the night he came here?" "Very same night," assented Mrs. Salmon. "Brought in here about two in the afternoon and died just before midnight--soon after Miss Chatfield came in from the theatre. Went very suddenly at the end." "Were you present?" asked Copplestone. "I wasn't. Nobody was with him but Mr. Chatfield--Miss Chatfield was getting her supper down here," replied Mrs. Salmon. "And I was busy elsewhere." "Was there an inquest then," inquired Gilling?" "Oh, no!" said Mrs. Salmon, shaking her head. "Oh, no!--there was no need for that--the doctor, ye see, had been seeing him all day. Oh, no--the cause of death was evident enough, in a way of speaking. Heart." "Did they bury him here, then?" asked Gilling. "Two days after," replied Mrs. Salmon. "Kept everything very quiet, they did. I don't believe Miss Chatfield told any of the theatre people--she went to her work just the same, of course. The old gentleman saw to everything--funeral and all. I'll say this for them--they gave me no unnecessary trouble, but still, there's trouble that is necessary when you've death in a house and a funeral at the door, and they ought to have given me something for what I did. But they didn't, so I considered it very mean. Mr. Chatfield, he stayed two days after the funeral, and when he left he just said that his daughter would settle up with me. But when she came to pay she added nothing to my bill, and she walked out remarking that if her father hadn't given me anything extra she was sure she shouldn't. Shabby!" "Very shabby!" agreed Gilling. "Well, you won't find my clients quite so mean, ma'am. But just a word--don't mention this matter to anybody until you hear from me. And as I like to give some earnest of payment here's a bank-note which you can slip into your purse--on account, you understand. Now, just a question or two:--Did you hear the young man's name?" The landlady, whose spirits rose visibly on receipt of the bank-note, appeared to reflect on hearing this question, and she shook her head as if surprised at her own inability to answer it satisfactorily. "Well, now," she said, "it may seem a queer thing to say, but I don't recollect that I ever did! You see, I didn't see much of him after he once got here. I was never in his room with them, and they didn't mention his name--that I can remember--when they spoke about him before me. I understood he was a relative--cousin or something of that sort." "Didn't you see any name on the coffin?" asked Gilling.