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In my ignorance of the man's character I set you an impossible task. All I can do now is to thank you for your sympathy and devotion." Her tone pained him horribly. "I hope, Miss Morriston," he replied warmly, "you are not asking me to end my devotion." She gave a little bitter laugh.
She says that if she ever met him before, as according to that girl the other day was the case, she had quite forgotten the circumstance. So the sooner we communicate this discovery to the police the better. As it is, they say the servants are talking of it; so the present position is quite intolerable." In the library they found Morriston and his sister with the Tredworths.
Edith Morriston drew a great breath of relief from the painful tension with which she had listened. "I can see it was a pure accident," Gifford answered. "All the same it was an accident with an ugly look about it, and I quickly realized that I was in an equivocal not to say dangerous, situation." "It was a terrible predicament for you," the girl said sympathetically. "It was indeed.
"Left the hotel at nine last night and has never turned up since," Kelson said with an air of telling an amusing story. "Poor Host Dipper is taking it quite tragically, notwithstanding the satisfactory point in the case that the egregious Henshaw's elaborate kit still remains in his unoccupied bedroom." "Do you mean to say he never came back all night?" Miss Morriston asked.
Naturally Gifford's suspicions connected Edith Morriston with the circumstance, and yet he told himself the idea was monstrously improbable. It was more likely that Henshaw was bound upon some search with the police. His movements were and had been for some time mysterious enough.
She had thrown him over for my friend, and Henshaw, taking his rejection in bad part, had threatened to expose some questionable incident in her past. Now that is all happily explained away, and I won't retrace the steps by which my imagination led me on; but you see how painfully I was situated with respect to my friend. "That is my story, Miss Morriston.
You will probably find the door open when you go up." "And I'll know who has been playing this stupid trick," Morriston said wrathfully. "A footman making love to a housemaid turned the key in a panic at being trapped," Kelson said to his host. "I dare say," Morriston replied with a laugh of ill-humour. "And he'll have to pay for his impudence."
"Not among your guests, let's hope," Kelson said with a touch of uneasiness. "For one thing," Morriston replied, "they, or a good part of them, were not exactly my guests. I can't tell who may have got a ticket and been present. There was a great crowd. We may have easily rubbed shoulders with the murderer, if murder it was."
"I hope," Morriston said hospitably, "that whether his stay be short or long Mr. Gifford will consider himself quite at home here. And I need not say, my dear Kelson, that invitation includes you." Both men thanked him. "We have already done a little trespassing in your park," Kelson observed with a laugh. "Please don't call it trespassing again," Miss Morriston commanded.
"What, not open yet?" he exclaimed as the last turn showed the workman busy at the lock. "Well, this is extraordinary." The locksmith was kneeling and working at the door, while the footman stood over him holding a candle. "The key is in the lock, inside, isn't it?" Morriston asked. "Yes, sir," the man answered. "There is no doubt about that." "How do you account for it?"
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