After a pause, Howard suggested:
“The doctor and the nurse, perhaps.”
“Well! It seems queer for Dr. Wells to sit down calmly and eat, when poor Rosamond is dying! Still, as I always say, it is amazing how much those dyspeptic people can eat, when there’s no one by to see them stuff.”
In moving the tray, she, in her turn, made a discovery; it was the pistol.
“Oh! Look! Oh! what does it mean?”
“What is it now, mamma?” Corinne asked, nervously, coming in at the moment. Howard picked up the weapon.
“Rosamond’s pistol. That’s strange.”
“Is it loaded?” Mrs. Witherby asked.
“Yes, I expect so. No, it’s not.”
“Not loaded!”