“Yes; and she—now, be careful, man—” Shane’s voice was impressive. “How did she act? Unusual, or frightened in any way?”
“Not a bit, sir. Mrs. Embury was surprised, and when I said Mr. Embury didn’t answer my knock, she let me go through her room to his.”
“Exactly. And then you found your master dead?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now—what is your name?”
“Ferdinand.”
“Yes. Now, Ferdinand, you know Mr. and Mrs. Embury had a quarrel last night.”
“Yes, sir.”
The trap had worked! Shane had brought about the admission from the servant that Eunice had refused to make. A smile of satisfaction settled on his ugly features, as he nodded his head and went on.
“At what time was this?”