"Oh, he looked like one. All huddled up, you know, and his face buried between a high coat collar and a drawn-down cap. And he walked slyly,--sort of glided among the shrubs and trees, as if avoiding notice. No man on legitimate business would skulk like that." "Might it not have been Count Charlier?" asked the Coroner, bluntly. "Certainly not!" and Mrs. Frothingham gave a little shriek. "The Count is a slim and elegant figure; this was a stocky, burly man; a marauder, I know." "It may be," said the Coroner, wearily. "It may be that a burglar was concealed in the house, or let in by a servant, and that he attacked Miss Carrington as she was seated at her dressing table. It seems impossible that he should have administered poison to her, however, and the conjoined circumstances may indicate collusion between----" "Between whom?" asked Inspector Brunt. "I don't know," confessed Scofield. "Every way I try to think it out, I ran up against an impassable barrier." "That's what I say," began Haviland; "it is a most involved case. I shall cable Carrington Loria for authority to employ an expert detective." "Why cable him?" asked Pauline; "I am equally in authority now. Carr and myself each receive half the residuary estate of Aunt Lucy, and, of course, I am as anxious to find the--the murderer, as Carr can possibly be." "Well, somebody will have to authorize it who is willing to pay for it. As man of business in this home, I am willing to attend to all such matters, but I must have authority." "You seem to me a little premature, Mr. Haviland," commented the Inspector. "Perhaps when the inquest is concluded, it may not be necessary to call on any other detective than our own Mr. Hardy." "Perhaps not," agreed Haviland; "but unless you people all wake up, you're not going to get anywhere. I admit the getting is difficult, but that's just the reason a wise sleuth should be called in before the trails grow cold." And then the Coroner returned to his task of questioning Mrs. Frothingham. The widow was not definitely helpful. Her statements were often contradictory in minor details, and when she corrected them they seemed to lose in weight. She stuck to the main points, however, that by the help of a strong field-glass she had discerned, in the bright moonlight, a man leave by way of the French window, at four o'clock, and had seen him make his way stealthily out by the great entrance gates of the place. Cross-questioning on this brought no variations, and the jurymen wagged their heads in belief of her story. But her accounts of her own doings on Tuesday evening were vague and indefinite. "I was in my own home all the evening," she said at one time; and again, "I went out for a short walk at eleven o'clock." This last in refutation of Haskins, the Carrington butler, who deposed to having seen the lady walk across the lawns of Garden Steps. "Where did you walk?"