But since Mrs.Croyle never took drugs, and had no troubles or thoughts of suicide and was quite gay, it follows that Jenny Prask----" At this point Jenny interrupted in a voice in which fear was now very distinctly audible.

"Why, you can't mean--Oh, my lady, you are telling me that--oh!" "Yes, it begins to look black, Jenny, but I am not at the end," Millie Splay continued implacably.

Jenny was not the only woman in that house who could fight if her darling was attacked.

"You proceed to direct suspicion at a young girl with the statement that you never saw your mistress after half past nine that night or helped her to undress; and to complete your treachery, you take the key of Mrs.Croyle's door which you found inside her room this morning, and threw it where it may avert inquiry from you and point it against another." Jenny Prask flinched.

The conviction with which Lady Splay announced as a fact the opinion of the small conclave about the table quite deceived her.
"So you know about the key ?" she said sullenly.