"I think, my dear Dick," remarked Lord Painswick, who was there, "we can furnish more evidence in this room than you seem to have got hold of at the inquest." And he looked round the company with a knowing smile. "What do you mean, Painswick?" Morriston asked eagerly. "Has anything more come to light?" "Only we have had a lady here, Miss Elyot, who says she danced with the poor fellow." "I only just took a turn with him, for the waltz was nearly over when he asked me," said the girl thus alluded to. "Did you wear a green dress?" Kelson asked eagerly. "Yes. Why?" "Only that it must have been you I saw with him." "And can you throw any light on the mystery?" Morriston asked. The girl shook her head. "None at all, I'm afraid." "Did Mr. Henshaw's manner or state of mind strike you as being peculiar?" "Not in the least," Miss Elyot answered with decision. "During the short time we were together our talk was quite commonplace, mostly of the changes in the county." "Did he, Henshaw, know it formerly?" Morriston asked with some surprise. "Oh, yes," Miss Elyot answered, "he used to stay with some people over at Lamberton; you remember the Peltons, Muriel?" she turned to Miss Tredworth. "Of course you do." "Oh, yes," Muriel Tredworth answered. "I remember them quite well, although we didn't know much about them." "Don't you recollect," Miss Elyot continued, "meeting this very Mr. Henshaw at a big garden party they gave. I know you played tennis with him." "Did I?" Miss Tredworth replied. "What a memory you have, Gladys. You can't expect me to recollect every one of the scores of men I must have played tennis with." As she spoke she caught Gifford's eye; he was watching her keenly, more closely perhaps than manners or tact warranted. "And do you find the place much changed since your time, Mr. Gifford?" she inquired, as though to relieve the awkwardness. "Not as much as I could have imagined," he answered, through what seemed a fit of preoccupation. "Mr. Gifford has not had much opportunity yet of seeing how far it has altered, with this tragic affair to upset everything," Morriston put in. "No, it has been a most unlucky time for him to revisit Wynford," Miss Morriston added in her cold tone. "I hope Mr. Gifford is not going to hurry away from the neighbourhood in consequence." "Not if I can prevent it," Kelson replied, with a laugh. "I hope," Morriston said hospitably, "that whether his stay be short or long Mr. Gifford will consider himself quite at home here. And I need not say, my dear Kelson, that invitation includes you." Both men thanked him. "We have already done a little trespassing in your park," Kelson observed with a laugh. "Please don't call it trespassing again," Miss Morriston commanded. "Let me give you another cup of tea, Muriel." "The old house looks most picturesque by moon-light," observed Lord Painswick. "I was quite fascinated by it the other night."