"Asta has just been telling me that you too were very unwell that night," I said suddenly; and I noticed that, on hearing my words, he glanced across at the girl in annoyance. "Yes," he said, with a light laugh. "I didn't feel over grand--a bad headache, just as I used to have years ago. But it was nothing. It didn't arise from anything I ate or drank. I knew that, and for that reason did not 'phone to Redwood. Yes," he added, "I spent a rather poor night. Asta became quite alarmed." "Well," I exclaimed, "what is your theory regarding the poor fellow's death?" "Theory! Well, after the medical evidence and the verdict of the jury, what can one think?" he asked. "There are certainly many curious points in the affair, and the chief one, to my mind, is the fact that he was found locked in the room." "That's just my point. He could not have locked himself in." "Yet, remember that we only have the evidence of the girl Hayes that he was locked in. In her hurry to enter the room she seems to have fumbled at the lock, and, of course, in her alarm at the discovery, may have been deceived, and thought the key had been turned." I had not before regarded her statement from that point of view, and his suggestion caused me to ponder. But next second I asked-- "If the door was not locked, then why should he have hammered to get out?" "But did he hammer?" queried Shaw. "Sounds in the night are always distorted, remember." "Please don't discuss the horrible affair further, Dad," cried Asta, appealingly. "My dear, I beg your pardon," he exclaimed, turning to her hastily. "I know I ought not to have mentioned the matter. Both Kemball and myself deeply condole with you in your grief. You never mentioned to me your affection for Guy, but I had guessed it long ago. I told Kemball about it, didn't I?" and he glanced across at me. "Yes, you did," I said. "Ah, poor Guy!" he sighed. "He was such a thorough sterling fellow, and I had hoped, Asta, that you would marry and be happy. But, alas! the Fates have willed it otherwise." "I--I feel bewildered, Dad," exclaimed the girl. "I can't believe that he is really dead," and rising suddenly, she again burst into tears, and with uneven steps left the room. "Poor child!" remarked Shaw in a low voice, when she had gone. "It is indeed a terrible blow for her. I had no idea that she was so devoted to him. She had many admirers in the neighbourhood, but he was evidently the one to whom she was most attached. And, between ourselves, Kemball," he added, in a low voice, his wineglass poised between his white fingers, "he was one of the most eligible young fellows in the whole county--eight thousand a year, as well as a half-share in Nicholson Brothers of Sheffield. I had dreams of seeing Asta mistress of Titmarsh Court. But, of course, I never told her so. I believe in allowing a girl to make her own choice in life. Love affairs, if interfered with by elders, invariably turn out badly."