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here unexpectedly on Tuesday. She had missed her train, she said, and came here to pass the night.”

      “Did she come alone?”

      “Yis, sor.”

      “Without even a maid?”

      “Yis, sor.”

      “Surely that is an unusual thing for a rich young lady to do?”

      “Yis, sor,” replied McGorry, apologetically; “she has never done it before. Maybe the maid was taken on by the train.”

      “Did Miss Derwent bring any luggage?”

      “Nothing but a hand-bag, sor.”

      “And yet she stayed two nights! Do you know any reason for her staying here so long?”

      “No, sor, unless it was she had some shopping to do. A good many parcels come for her yistidy afternoon.”

      “Have you a key to her apartment?”

      “Yis, sor; when families goes away for the summer they leaves one key with me and takes the other with them.”

      “Did you let Miss Derwent into her apartment, or did she have the key?”

      “I let her in.”

      “Did anyone wait on the young lady while she was here?”

      “What do you mean by that?” inquired McGorry, cautiously.

      “Why, did anyone go into her place to get her meals and tidy up, etc?”

      “No, sor, not that I know of.”

      “Doesn’t it strike you as peculiar that a young lady, reared in the lap of luxury and unaccustomed to doing the least thing for herself should go to an apartment in which dust and dirt had been accumulating for several months and voluntarily spend two nights there, without even a servant to perform the necessary chores for her, mind you?”

      “She went out for her meals,” McGorry put in, anxiously, “and young ladies, especially the rich ones, think roughing it a lark.”

      There was a slight pause.

      “What servants are there in the building besides your employees, Mr. McGorry?”

      “Mr. Stuart, he keeps a man and his wife—French people they are; and Mrs. Atkins, she keeps two girls.”

      The Coroner now rose, and, followed by Mr. Merritt, proceeded towards the room where the dead man lay.

      “Send up your employees, one by one, McGorry.”

      “Yis, sor.”

      On the threshold the detective paused a moment, and to my astonishment and delight requested me to accompany them. The Coroner frowned, evidently considering me a very unnecessary addition to the party, but his displeasure made no difference to me; I was only too happy to be given this opportunity of watching the drama unfold itself.

      CHAPTER III

      A CORONER’S INQUEST

      WE took our places at the foot of the corpse, with our backs to the light and silently awaited developments. In a few minutes McGorry returned, followed by the electrician, and during the rest of the time remained in the room checking off the men as they came in. It is needless for me to repeat all the testimony, as a great deal of it was perfectly irrelevant; suffice it to say that the electrician, engineer, and janitress all passed the ordeal without adding an iota to our information. The watchman when called persisted, after the severest cross-questioning, in his first assertion that neither on Wednesday night nor last night had he seen or heard anything suspicious. The only person he had admitted on either night was Mr. Atkins, who had returned at about half-past one that very morning; he was sure that he had seen no stranger leave the building.

      At last Jim, the elevator boy, was called in. He appeared still very much frightened, and only looked at the corpse with the greatest reluctance.

      “Have you ever seen this man before?” demanded the Coroner.

      “No, sah,” answered Jim, in a shaking voice.

      “Now, my lad, take another look at him. Are you still so sure that you have never seen him before,” gently insisted Mr. Merritt; “for, you see, we have reason to believe that you have.” Jim began to tremble violently, as he cast another glance at the dead man.

      “Lord-a-massy, sah; p’raps I did, p’raps I did; I dunno, he looks some like—not ’zactly–”

      “Do you know his name?”

      “No, sah.”

      “When did you see him last?”

      “Tuesday ebenin’, sah.” Here the boy glanced apprehensively at McGorry.

      “Come, come, my lad,” the Coroner exclaimed, impatiently; “tell us all you know about the man. The truth, now, and the whole truth, mind you; and don’t you look at any one to see how they are going to like what you say, either.”

      “No, sah.” Jim hesitated a moment, then burst out: “I do think as he’s the same gem’man as come to see Miss Derwent last winter, and he come to call on her about half-past six on Tuesday.”

      “Miss Derwent—” exclaimed McGorry, taking a step forward.

      “McGorry,” said the Coroner, severely, “don’t try to interfere with justice and intimidate witnesses. Now, my boy, tell us how long did the gentleman stay with Miss Derwent.”

      “Dey went out togedder ’most immedjutely, and den dey come back togedder.”

      “At what time did they return?”

      “Must have been ’bout eight, sah.”

      “Did he go upstairs with the young lady?”

      “Yes, sah.”

      “When did he leave?”

      “I can’t say, sah; I didn’t see him leave.”

      “How was that?”

      “Well, you see, sah, in de summer, when de house is mos’ empty, we’s not so partic’lar as we are in de winter, and we takes turn and turn about oftener, ’specially in de ebenin’.”

      “I see,” said the Coroner.

      “An’ so dat ebenin I goes off at half-past eight and Joe he run de elevator till eleben.”

      “Did any one call on Miss Derwent yesterday?”

      “I see nobody, sah.”

      “Did the young lady go out during the day?”

      “Yes, sah.”

      “Tell us all you know of her movements.”

      Jim rubbed his woolly pate in some perplexity: “Well, sah, yesterday de young lady she went out mighty early, little before eight, maybe, and den she come back about ten; but she don’t stay long; goes out again mos’ right away.”

      Here Jim paused, evidently searching his memory.

      “’Pears to me she come in ’bout half-past twelve; at any rate ’twasn’t no later, and she goes out again immedjutely. Yes, sah, and den I seed her come in ’bout seven, and I aint seen her again,” he ended up with a sigh of relief.

      “And you are sure that she was alone each time you saw her?”

      “Yes, sah. A good many parcels come for her in de afternoon,” he added.

      “Well, Jim,” said the Coroner, “you may go now; but mind you, don’t say a word about this business to any one; do you hear? If I find out you have been gossipping I’ll know how to deal with you,” and he looked so threatening that I’m sure the unfortunate boy expected capital punishment to follow any incautious remark.

      “Pardon me,” said Mr. Merritt, with a slight bow towards the Coroner, “but I should like to ask Jim how this man was dressed when he saw him last.”

      “Just so ’s he is now, sah,”

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