"Mrs. LaGrange," said the coroner, after a pause, "you were in Mr. Mainwaring's library between the hours of eleven and twelve last night, were you not?"
Her face darkened with anger at his form of address. "I was in my husband's library at that hour," she replied.
"How long were you there?"
"I cannot state exactly," she answered, indifferently; "perhaps half an hour."
"Did Mr. Scott repeat correctly your words to Mr. Mainwaring?"
"I have no doubt that he did. His memory on the subject is much better than mine."
"What was the meaning of your threat to Mr. Mainwaring, that you would make him and his friends regret the day's proceedings?"
"He understood my meaning. He knew that I could set aside the will, and could ruin him by exposing his duplicity and fraud."
"What reply did he make?"
"He answered me, as usual, with sneers; but I saw that he felt somewhat apprehensive. I wished to give him a little time to reflect upon a proposition I had made, and I left the library, intending to return later; but," she added, slowly and significantly, "I was superseded by another visitor."