It's a dreadful mistake, but so far as the wording of the Editor is concerned it's put really more considerately than I noticed at first." "Oh, please go on," cried Millie.
"Very well, my dear," and he resumed--"where Sir Chichester Splay, the well-known Baronet is entertaining a small party.

At an early hour this morning Mrs.Croyle, one of Sir Chichester's guests, died under strange circumstances." Miranda uttered a little scream.
"Died!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, listen to this," said Sir Chichester.

"Mrs.Croyle was discovered lying upon her side with her face bent above a glass of chloroform.

The glass was supported between her pillows and Mrs.Croyle's fingers were still grasping it when she was discovered." A gasp of indignation and horror ran round that breakfast table when Sir Chichester had finished.
"It's so atrociously circumstantial," said Mr.Albany Todd.
"Yes." Sir Chichester seized upon the point.

"That's the really damnable point about it.