"Sir Hubert, if you please."
"And why, Lady Agnes?" Silver raised his faint eyebrows. "We were more like brothers than master and servant. And remember that it was by the penny toys that I invented your husband first made money."
"In talking to me, I prefer that you should call my late husband Sir Hubert," insisted the widow haughtily. "What have you discovered relative to his death?"
Silver did not answer the question directly. "Sir Hubert, since you will have it so, Lady Agnes, was a gypsy," he remarked carelessly.
"That was made plain at the inquest, Mr. Silver."
"Quite so, Lady Agnes, but there were other things not made plain on that occasion. It was not discovered who shot him."
"You tell me nothing new. I presume you have come to explain that you have discovered a clew to the truth?"
Silver raised his pale face steadily. "Would you be glad if I had?"
"Certainly! Can you doubt it?"
The man shirked a reply to this question also. "Sir Hubert did not treat me over well," he observed irrelevantly.