Mr. Parminter paid no attention to this remark. He had been whispering to the police inspector, and now he turned to the Coroner. "I should like this witness to stand down for a few minutes, sir," he said. "I wish to have Miss Wildrose recalled." The Coroner gently motioned Zillah to go back to the witness-box. CHAPTER TEN MELKY INTERVENES Zillah had listened to Lauriston's answers to Mr. Parminter's searching questions with an anxiety which was obvious to those who sat near her. The signs of that anxiety were redoubled as she walked slowly to the box, and the glance she threw at the Coroner was almost appealing. But the Coroner was looking at his notes, and Zillah was obliged to turn to Mr. Parminter, whose accents became more mellifluous than ever as he addressed her; Mr. Parminter, indeed, confronting Zillah might have been taken for a kindly benevolent gentleman whose sole object was to administer condolence and comfort. Few people in court, however, failed to see the meaning of the questions which he began to put in the suavest and softest of tones. "I believe you assisted your late grandfather in his business?" suggested Mr. Parminter. "Just so! Now, how long had you assisted him in that way?" "Ever since I left school--three years ago," replied Zillah. "Three years--to be sure! And I believe you had resided with him for some years before that?" "Ever since I was a little girl," admitted Zillah. "In fact, the late Mr. Multenius brought you up? Just so!--therefore, of course, you would have some acquaintance with his business before you left school?" "Yes--he taught me a good deal about it." "You were always about the place, of course--yes? And I may take it that you gradually got a good deal of knowledge about the articles with which your grandfather had to deal? To be sure--thank you. In fact, you are entitled to regard yourself as something of an expert in precious stones and metals?" "I know a good deal about them," replied Zillah. "You could tell the value of a thing as accurately as your grandfather?" "Ordinary things--yes." "And you were very well acquainted with your grandfather's stock?" "Yes." Mr. Parminter motioned the official who had charge of it to place the tray of rings on the ledge of the witness-box. "Oblige me by looking at that tray and the contents," he said. "You recognize it, of course? Just so. Now, do you know where that tray was when you went out, leaving your grandfather alone, yesterday afternoon?" "Yes," replied Zillah, unhesitatingly. "On the table in the back-parlour--where I saw it when I came in. My grandfather had taken it out of the front window, so that he could polish the rings." "Do you know how many rings it contained?" "No. Perhaps twenty-five or thirty."