"About Dido, sir?"
"Yes, Jaggard, about Dido."
The invalid remained silent for a time, then began to speak slowly and with some little difficulty.
"After you left me, sir," he said in a weak voice, "I remained seated in my chair beside the bedside of my poor young master. If you remember there was only one candle in the room, which was placed on the table, some little distance away. I examined the window and found it closed."
"You are sure of that?" demanded Jen, anxiously.
"Quite sure, sir. It was bolted and barred. The door was simply closed, for I never thought of locking it, as I fancied, sir, that you might return after midnight to see if all was right."
"I did not, however, Jaggard. I fell asleep in the library, after Mr. Sarby had gone to bed; and, of course, I had every confidence in you."
"Please don't say that, major," said Jaggard, imploringly, "as I did my best. It was not my fault that Dido drugged me. I'm sure I don't know why she did so," continued Jaggard, half to himself. "I never did her any harm."
The major looked fixedly at the man.
"Do you not know what occurred during the time you were insensible?" he asked, gravely.