"To Mrs. Blexey, the housekeeper. She is a witness for the prosecution, and is nearly broken-hearted. She loves Mona, like everyone else."
"H'm! Do you believe Agstone's story?"
"No! The old man hated Mona for some reason or another, and besides, he was drunk when he confessed to Mrs. Blexey. I expect, when sober again, he found that he would be forced to prove his words, and knowing that he could not, made himself scarce. I hope that he won't be found, Dorry."
"What does it matter if he is telling lies?"
"I believe it is a lie, Dorry, and so do you; but will the judge and jury believe as we do, if Agstone appears and sticks to what he told Mrs. Blexey? No, hang him, I hope he'll not turn up."
"Who do you think murdered Sir Oliver?"
"I can't say. But remember that the middle window was unfastened. Anyone could have entered from the outside and stabbed him."
"You forget," said Prelice quickly, "Miss Chent herself confesses to having unfastened the window."
"Quite so; but recollect also that she did not know when she entered the library if her uncle was dead or alive. A quarter to ten that was."
"But he surely would have made some sign if——"