The cleaners were here on the morning of that day, and the window at the farther end of the room was unfastened--I even believe that it was open." Nigel rose and examined the window in question.

It was almost flush with the ground, and although there were iron railings separating it from the street, a little gate opening from the area entrance made ingress not only possible but easy.

Nigel returned to his chair.
"I can't understand this not having been mentioned at the inquest, Brookes," he said.
"I was waiting for the question to be asked, your lordship.

It was perfectly clear to every one there, if your lordship will excuse my saying so, that both the coroner and the police seemed to have made up their minds that it was a case of suicide." Nigel nodded.
"I had the same idea with reference to the coroner, at any rate, Brookes," he said.

"So long as the verdict was returned in the form it was, I am not sure that it was not better so." He dismissed the man with a little nod and sat turning over the code books which still stood upon the table.
"You and I, at any rate, Maggie, know the truth," he said, "and so long as we can get no help from the proper quarters, I think that we should do better to let the matter remain as it is.