"Doesn't it strike you as peculiar that a young lady, reared in the lap of luxury and unaccustomed to doing the least thing for herself should go to an apartment in which dust and dirt had been accumulating for several months and voluntarily spend two nights there, without even a servant to perform the necessary chores for her, mind you?" "She went out for her meals," McGorry put in, anxiously, "and young ladies, especially the rich ones, think roughing it a lark." There was a slight pause. "What servants are there in the building besides your employees, Mr. McGorry?" "Mr. Stuart, he keeps a man and his wife--French people they are; and Mrs. Atkins, she keeps two girls." The Coroner now rose, and, followed by Mr. Merritt, proceeded towards the room where the dead man lay. "Send up your employees, one by one, McGorry." "Yis, sor." On the threshold the detective paused a moment, and to my astonishment and delight requested me to accompany them. The Coroner frowned, evidently considering me a very unnecessary addition to the party, but his displeasure made no difference to me; I was only too happy to be given this opportunity of watching the drama unfold itself. CHAPTER III A CORONER'S INQUEST We took our places at the foot of the corpse, with our backs to the light and silently awaited developments. In a few minutes McGorry returned, followed by the electrician, and during the rest of the time remained in the room checking off the men as they came in. It is needless for me to repeat all the testimony, as a great deal of it was perfectly irrelevant; suffice it to say that the electrician, engineer, and janitress all passed the ordeal without adding an iota to our information. The watchman when called persisted, after the severest cross-questioning, in his first assertion that neither on Wednesday night nor last night had he seen or heard anything suspicious. The only person he had admitted on either night was Mr. Atkins, who had returned at about half-past one that very morning; he was sure that he had seen no stranger leave the building. At last Jim, the elevator boy, was called in. He appeared still very much frightened, and only looked at the corpse with the greatest reluctance. "Have you ever seen this man before?" demanded the Coroner. "No, sah," answered Jim, in a shaking voice. "Now, my lad, take another look at him. Are you still so sure that you have never seen him before," gently insisted Mr. Merritt; "for, you see, we have reason to believe that you have." Jim began to tremble violently, as he cast another glance at the dead man. "Lord-a-massy, sah; p'raps I did, p'raps I did; I dunno, he looks some like--not 'zactly----" "Do you know his name?" "No, sah." "When did you see him last?" "Tuesday ebenin', sah." Here the boy glanced apprehensively at McGorry.