"Ah!" said Groom, sharply, "hanging round the house, eh? I must speak to Jane. Who is she?" "The housemaid. Bernard has been making love to her." "I don't believe that is true," said Lucy. "Young gentlemen do take strange fancies sometimes," said Groom, "and some housemaids are pretty." Lucy's lip curled. "Jane is not pretty," said she, decidedly, "and Bernard is far too fastidious a man to lower himself in that way." "Well, the long and the short of it is, that he has been hanging round the house," put in Beryl, biting his fingers impatiently. "Probably he came here this evening, and saw Sir Simon in answer to the signal of the Red Window." "The Red Window!" echoed Lucy. "Yes. You told me about the signal this evening." "But I did not place a lamp in any window, and there is no Red Window here. Had I done that to attract Bernard, I should have told you." "I don't think you would," said Beryl, with a significant expression; "but the fact remains, Mrs. Webber saw the Red Window." "You did not." "No. But a piece of red stuff may have been used to make the light, and then removed." "Mrs. Gilroy may know about it." But Mrs. Gilroy, when questioned, did not. She never knew anything about a red light. Sir Simon had expressed the wish to see the soldier, and had sent down to the kitchen before six. "He was then having tea with Jane." "Did you see him?" asked the inspector. "No. Had I done so I should have recognized him. But he always got out of the place when he heard me coming. Once he was concealed in a cupboard. On receiving Sir Simon's message sent by the page, he left the house----" "Yes," interrupted Lucy. "I remember the message being brought back." "And then he came after ten," went on Mrs. Gilroy. "I opened the door to him. He asked to see his grandfather." "He was this man, then?" asked Groom. "Mr. Bernard Gore? Yes, he was. He went to see the old gentleman, and I waited below. Then he left the house----" "Did you let him out?" "No. He went away quickly. Wondering at the length of the interview, I ran up the stairs and found Sir Simon dead. I came out at once, and found Mr. Gore almost on the doorstep----" "Mr. Gore?" asked the inspector, looking up. "Yes. Mr. Bernard Gore, the grandson of Sir Simon." "And my cousin," said Julius. "You say he was at the door?" "He was, Mr. Beryl. I made him come up the stairs and"--she made a gesture--"you know the rest."