"No more than you do."
Here an interruption occurred. The door opened and a slim young man, wearing spectacles, came in. At sight of him they all rose.
"Well?" eagerly inquired Dr. Talbot.
"Nothing new," answered the young man, with a consequential air. "The elder woman died from loss of blood consequent upon a blow given by a small, three-sided, slender blade; the younger from a stroke of apoplexy, induced by fright."
"Good! I am glad to hear my instincts were not at fault. Loss of blood, eh? Death, then, was not instantaneous?"
"No."
"Strange!" fell from the lips of his two listeners. "She lived, yet gave no alarm."
"None that was heard," suggested the young doctor, who was from another town.
"Or, if heard, reached no ears but Philemon's," observed the constable.
"Something must have taken him up-stairs."
"I am not so sure," said the coroner, "that Philemon is not answerable for the whole crime, notwithstanding our failure to find the missing money anywhere in the house. How else account for the resignation with which she evidently met her death? Had a stranger struck her, Agatha Webb would have struggled. There is no sign of struggle in the room."