"None of your insinuations," he cried. "She's as far from insane as I am myself. We shall find the room."
"You, too," fell softly from the other's lips as he stepped back into the coroner's wake. Mr. Hammersmith gave his arm to Miss Demarest, and the landlady brought up the rear.
"Upstairs," ordered the trembling girl. "We will go first to the room I occupied."
As they reached the door, she motioned them all back, and started away from them down the hall. Quickly they followed. "It was around a corner," she muttered broodingly, halting at the first turning. "That is all I remember. But we'll visit every room."
"We have already," objected the coroner, but meeting Mr. Hammersmith's warning look, he desisted from further interference.
"I remember its appearance perfectly. I remember it as if it were my own," she persisted, as door after door was thrown back and as quickly shut again at a shake of her head. "Isn't there another hall? Might I not have turned some other corner?"
"Yes, there is another hall," acquiesced the landlord, leading the way into the passage communicating with the extension.
"Oh!" she murmured, as she noted the increased interest in both the coroner and his companion; "we shall find it here."
"Do you recognise the hall?" asked the coroner as they stepped through a narrow opening into the old part.
"No, but I shall recognise the room."