"Mr. Leighton went out an hour ago," said he. "He and Mr. Gillespie had a few words in the den, sir, after which he put on his hat and coat and went out."
"Did you see your master at that time?"
"No, sir, I only heard his voice."
"Did that sound natural?"
The old servant seemed loath to reply, but feeling the doctor's eye resting imperatively upon him, he hesitatingly admitted:
"It wasn't quiet, sir, if you mean that. Mr. Gillespie seemed to be angry or very much displeased. He spoke quite loud."
"Where were you?"
"In the dining-room, sir, putting away the last of the dinner dishes."
"Did you hear what your master said?"
"No, sir; it was something about religion; too much religion."