Bisset shook his head. "I have no datas, sir, that's the plain fac'." "But you can't think of any likely errand to take her in so late in the afternoon?" "No, sir. In fact, I mind thinking it was funny like her riding about alone in the dark like yon, for she's feared of being out by hersel' in the dark; I know that." Carrington reflected for a few moments longer and then seemed to dismiss the subject. "By the way," he asked, "can you remember if, by any chance, Sir Reginald had any difficulty or trouble or row of any kind with anyone whatever during, say, the month previous to his death? I mean with any of the tenants, or his tradesmen--or his lawyer? Take your time and think carefully." * * * * * Carrington dismissed his car at Mr. Rattar's office. When he was shown into the lawyer's room, he exhibited a greater air of keenness than usual. "Well, Mr. Rattar," said he, "you'll be interested to hear that I've got rather a new point of view with regard to this case." "Indeed?" said Simon, and his lips twitched a little as he spoke. There was no doubt that he was not looking so well as usual. His face had seemed drawn and worried last time Carrington had seen him; now it might almost be termed haggard. "I find," continued Carrington, "that Sir Reginald displayed a curious and unaccountable irritability before his death. I hear, for instance, that a letter from you had upset him quite unduly." Carrington paused for an instant, and his monocle was full on Simon all the time, and yet he did not seem to notice the very slight but distinct start which the lawyer gave, for he continued with exactly the same confidential air. "These seem to me very suggestive symptoms, Mr. Rattar, and I am wondering very seriously whether the true solution of his mysterious death is not--" he paused for an instant and then in a low and earnest voice said, "suicide!" There was no mistake about the lawyer's start this time, or about the curious fact that the strain seemed suddenly to relax, and a look of relief to take its place. And yet Carrington seemed quite oblivious to anything beyond his own striking new theory. "That's rather a suggestive idea, isn't it?" said he. "Very!" replied Simon with the air of one listening to a revelation. "How he managed to inflict precisely those injuries on himself is at present a little obscure," continued Carrington, "but no doubt a really expert medical opinion will be able to suggest an explanation. The theory fits all the other facts remarkably, doesn't it?" "Remarkably," agreed Simon. "This letter of yours, for instance, was a very ordinary business communication, I understand." "Very ordinary," said Simon. "Of course, you have a copy of it in your letter book--and also Sir Reginald's reply?" There was a moment's pause and then Simon's grunt seemed to be forced out of himself. But he followed the grunt with a more assured, "Certainly." "May I see them?"