“Nothing indicative, perhaps,” and Morton spoke more gently, “but at least, tell me all you do know. When did you see Doctor Waring last?”
“At the supper table, last evening.”
“Not after supper at all?”
“No; that is, I didn’t see him. I am training a new servant, and I watched him as he took a tray of water pitcher and glasses into the study, but I didn’t look in, nor did I see the doctor.”
“Did you hear him?”
“I don’t think I heard him speak. I heard a paper rustle, and I knew he was there.”
“The servant came right out again?”
“Yes; my attention was all on him. I told him exactly what to do during the evening.”
“What were those instructions?”
“To attend to his dining-room duties, putting away the supper dishes and that, and then to stay about, on duty, until Doctor Waring left his study and went to bed.”