“And why didn't you use your transfer?”
“Only that the night, he was so pleasant, I desired to walk.”
“And so you walked through the village, holding, perhaps, the transfer in your hand?”
“I think, yes; but I do not remember the transfer in my hand, though he may have been there.”
And now the man's unquiet had returned. His lips twitched and his dark eyes rolled about, as he endeavored in vain to look anywhere but at Miss Lloyd. She, too, was controlling herself by a visible effort.
Anxious to bring the matter to a crisis, I said at once, and directly:
“And then you entered the gates of this place, you walked to the house, you walked around the house to the back by way of the path which leads around by the library veranda, and you accidentally dropped your transfer near the veranda step.”
I spoke quietly enough, but Louis immediately burst into voluble denial.
“No, no!” he exclaimed; “I do not go round by the office, I go the other side of the house. I have tell you so many times.”
“But I myself picked up your transfer near the office veranda.”