“You are quite positive it is not your bag?” repeated the coroner once more.
“I'm positive it is not mine,” returned Miss Lloyd, without undue emphasis, but with an air of dismissing the subject.
“Is your maid present?” asked the coroner. “Let her be summoned.”
Elsa came forward, the pretty, timid young girl, of German effects, whom I had already noticed.
“Have you ever seen this bag before?” asked the coroner, holding it up before her.
“Yes, sir.”
“When?”
“This morning, sir. Lambert showed it to me, sir. He said he found it in Mr. Crawford's office.”
The girl was very pale, and trembled pitiably. She seemed afraid of the coroner, of Lambert, of Miss Lloyd, and of the jury. It might have been merely the unreasonable fear of an ignorant mind, but it had the appearance of some more definite apprehension.
Especially did she seem afraid of the man, Louis. Though perhaps the distressed glances she cast at him were not so much those of fear as of anxiety.