Not one of those Mahommedan servants would die wearing the livery, acknowledging their service.

Every one of them, if he fell ill, if he thought that he was going to die, would leave my service to-morrow.

So I don't count on them so much.
However, I will make some inquiries, and to-morrow we will move Mrs.
Oliver to another room." He went about the business forthwith, and cross-examined his servants one after another.

But he obtained no admission from any one of them.

No one had touched the window.