Look at this key! There was a heavy dew last night.

It was wet underfoot in the garden at Harrel." "Yes," said Millie.
"How is it then that there's no rust upon the key ?" and as he asked the question he twirled the key so that the light flashed upon stem and wards until they shone like silver.

"No, this key was placed where you found it, Luttrell, not last night, but this morning after the sun had dried the grass." "But we came home by daylight," Sir Chichester interposed.

"They might argue that Joan might have slipped downstairs before she went to bed, with the key in her hand." "But she wouldn't have chosen that spot in front of the library window.
She might have flung it from her window, she might conceivably have slipped round the house and laid it under Mrs.Croyle's window.

But to place it in front of the library to which room she returned from Harrel--no." "Yes," said Sir Chichester doubtfully.