He was aghast before the conclusion to which his examination was leading him.
"But, if Stella didn't put that glass of chloroform between her pillows--herself--of her own accord--why then, whilst she was asleep----" He would not utter the inevitable induction.

But it was clear enough, hideous enough to all of them.

Why then, whilst she was asleep, some one entered the room, placed the chloroform where its deadly fumes would do their work, locked her door upon her and tossed the key out on to the lawn.

A charge of murder--nothing less.
"Don't you see what you are suggesting, Jenny," Sir Chichester spluttered helplessly.
"I am suggesting nothing, sir," the maid answered stolidly.

"I am answering questions." She was lying, of course! Hillyard had not a doubt of it.