There was a titter here and there. The Coroner smiled, and tried to pretend that he hadn’t. “Thank you, Mr. Beverley.” The next witness was summoned by the name of Andrew Amos, and Antony looked up with interest, wondering who he was. “He lives at the inner lodge,” whispered Bill to him. All that Amos had to say was that a stranger had passed by his lodge at a little before three that afternoon, and had spoken to him. He had seen the body and recognized it as the man. “What did he say?” “‘Is this right for the Red House?’ or something like that, sir.” “What did you say?” “I said, ‘This is the Red House. Who do you want to see?’ He was a bit rough-looking, you know, sir, and I didn’t know what he was doing there.” “Well?” “Well, sir, he said, ‘Is Mister Mark Ablett at home?’ It doesn’t sound much put like that, sir, but I didn’t care about the way he said it. So I got in front of him like, and said, ‘What do you want, eh?’ and he gave a sort of chuckle and said, ‘I want to see my dear brother Mark.’ Well, then I took a closer look at him, and I see that p’raps he might be his brother, so I said, ‘If you’ll follow the drive, sir, you’ll come to the house. Of course I can’t say if Mr. Ablett’s at home.’ And he gave a sort of nasty laugh again, and said, ‘Fine place Mister Mark Ablett’s got here. Plenty of money to spend, eh?’ Well, then I had another look at him, sir, because gentlemen don’t talk like that, and if he was Mr. Ablett’s brother—but before I could make up my mind, he laughed and went on. That’s all I can tell you, sir.” Andrew Amos stepped down and moved away to the back of the room, nor did Antony take his eyes off him until he was assured that Amos intended to remain there until the inquest was over. “Who’s Amos talking to now?” he whispered to Bill. “Parsons. One of the gardeners. He’s at the outside lodge on the Stanton road. They’re all here to-day. Sort of holiday for ’em.” “I wonder if he’s giving evidence too,” thought Antony. He was. He followed Amos. He had been at work on the lawn in front of the house, and had seen Robert Ablett arrive. He didn’t hear the shot—not to notice. He was a little hard of hearing. He had seen a gentleman arrive about five minutes after Mr. Robert. “Can you see him in court now?” asked the Coroner. Parsons looked round slowly. Antony caught his eye and smiled. “That’s him,” said Parsons, pointing. Everybody looked at Antony. “That was about five minutes afterwards?” “About that, sir.” “Did anybody come out of the house before this gentleman’s arrival?” “No, sir. That is to say I didn’t see ’em.” Stevens followed. She gave her evidence much as she had given it to the Inspector. Nothing new was brought out by her examination. Then came Elsie. As the reporters scribbled down what she had overheard, they added in brackets “_Sensation_” for the first time that afternoon. “How soon after you had heard this did the shot come?” asked the Coroner. “Almost at once, sir.”