"The most important witness, of course, will be Stella's maid." Sir Chichester rang the bell, and in answer to his summons Jenny came down the stairs.

Her eyes were red with weeping and she was very pale.
But she bore herself steadily.
"You wanted me, sir ?" she asked.

Her eyes travelled from one to the other of the three men in the hall.

They rested for a little moment longer upon Harry Luttrell than upon the rest; and it seemed to Hillyard that as they rested there they glittered strangely, and that the ghost of a smile flickered about her mouth.
"Yes," said Sir Chichester, pompously.

"You understand that there will have to be an inquiry into the cause of Mrs.Croyle's death; and one wants for the sake of everybody, your dead mistress more than any one, that there should be as little talk as possible." Jenny's voice cut in like ice.
"Mrs.Croyle had no reason that I know of to fear the fullest inquiry." "Quite so! Quite so!" returned Sir Chichester, shifting his ground.