"No," said she.

And he seemed to understand and was silent.
What did this mean?
The District Attorney betrayed his doubt; the Chief his, each in a characteristic way.

The former frowned, the latter tapped his breast absently with his forefinger while looking askance at Mr.Gryce, who in his turn took up some little object from the desk beside which he was standing and to it confided whatever surprise he felt at this proof of some uncommunicated secret shared by these two, of which he had not yet become possessed.

Then he again looked up and the glances of the three men met.

Should they attempt to sound this new mystery of mutual understanding to which as yet they had received no clue?
No, the inquest would do that.