She glanced nervously at the groups of police officials, and then resumed her dusting.

Merrington strode across to her.
"What is your name, my dear ?" he asked, in his great voice.
"Milly Saker, sir." "Very well, Milly.

I'll come and have a talk with you presently--just our two selves." The girl, far from looking delighted at this prospect, backed away with a frightened face.

Merrington strode on through the open front door, and turned towards the left wing.
It was a crisp autumn morning.

The early sunshine fell on the hectic flush of decay in the foliage of the woods, but a thin wisp of vapour still lingered across the moat-house garden and the quiet fields beyond.
Merrington kept on until he reached the large windows of the dining-room, which opened on to the terraced garden.
"That's Mrs.Heredith's window," he said, pointing up to it.