"Was the light from the torch shining on your face?"
"No, it was turned to the opposite side of the room, on my right as
I lay in bed."
At that moment a young man in tweeds entered.
"You want me, Mater?" he enquired; then, looking across at Malcolm
Sage with a slightly troubled shadow in his eyes, he bowed.
"This is Mr. Sage from the insurance company," said. Lady Glanedale coldly. "He wishes to see you."
Again there was the slightly troubled look in young Glanedale's eyes.
"Perhaps you will place Mr. Glanedale in the exact position in which the man was standing when you first saw him," said Malcolm Sage.
Without a word Lady Glanedale walked over to the spot she had indicated, young Glanedale following. When she had got him into the desired position she turned interrogatingly to Malcolm Sage.
"Now," he said, "will you be so kind as to lie on your bed in the same position in which you were when you awakened."
For a moment Lady Glanedale's eyebrows indicated surprise. She used her eyebrows more than any other feature for the purpose of expressing emotion. Without comment, however, she lay down upon the bed on her right side, closed her eyes, then a moment later sat up and gazed in the direction where Glanedale stood looking awkward and self-conscious.