"Judging from the condition of the body, the doctor thinks that the murder was committed between eleven and twelve P.M.," replied the coroner; "and whoever fired the shot must have stood five or six feet from Lord Wilmersley; in all probability, therefore, in the doorway of the bedroom. This is the room. Nothing has been touched, and you see that neither here nor in the swimming-bath are there signs of a struggle." "The door leading into the hall was found locked?" "Yes, my lord." "Then how did the house-man enter?" "By means of a pass-key." "Where does that other door lead to?" asked Cyril, pointing to a door to his left. "Into the sitting-room," replied the coroner, throwing it open. "It was here, I am told, that Lady Wilmersley usually spent the morning." It was a large, pleasant room panelled in white. A few faded pastels of by-gone beauties ornamented the walls. A gilt cage in which slumbered a canary hung in one of the windows. Cyril looked eagerly about him for some traces of its late occupant's personality; but except for a piece of unfinished needlework, lying on a small table near the fireplace, there was nothing to betray the owner's taste or occupations. "And there is no way out of this room except through the bedroom?" "None." "No secret door?" "No, my lord. Mr. Judson thought of that and has tapped the walls." "But the windows?" "These windows as well as those in the bedroom are fitted with heavy iron bars. Look," he said. "Who was the last person known to have seen Lord Wilmersley alive?" "Mustapha. He carried coffee into the swimming-bath at a quarter past nine, as was his daily custom." "And he noticed nothing unusual?" "Nothing. And he swears that in passing out through the library he heard the bolt click behind him." "What sort of a person is Mustapha?" "Lord Wilmersley brought him back with him when he returned from the East. He had the greatest confidence in him," said the vicar. "Do you know what his fellow-servants think of him," inquired Cyril, addressing the coroner. "He kept very much to himself. I fancy he is not a favourite, but no one has actually said anything against him." "Insular prejudice!" cried the vicar. "How few of us are able to overcome our inborn British suspicion of the foreigner!" "Now will you examine the library?" asked the coroner. "See, here is his lordship's desk. There are the drawers in which the £300 were found, and yet any one could have picked that lock." "Where does that door lead to?" "Into Lord Wilmersley's bedroom, the window of which is also provided with iron bars." "And that room has no exit but this?" "None, my lord. If the murderer came from outside, he must have got in through one of these windows, which are the only ones in this wing which have no protection, and this one was found ajar--but it may have been used only as an exit, not as an entrance." Cyril looked out. Even a woman would have no difficulty in jumping to the ground.