"The coroner's man," suggested Drevenoff.
"Yes, that is the one. He was even worse than the others. And the questions! Mother of God! I never heard anything like them before."
As the two young men passed through the kitchen Drevenoff spoke again.
"Is there anything new, gentlemen?" he asked.
"Nothing as yet," replied Ashton-Kirk.
"I have read the papers," said the young Pole, "and I am sorry for Mr. Warwick. He was a good-natured man."
"Good-natured!" said the old woman, in a tone of contempt "Ah, yes, good-natured."
"I knew," said Drevenoff, "that he quarreled very often with the doctor toward the last, but I never thought it would come to this."
Here the pan slipped from the old woman's fingers, upset the scouring powder and fell to the floor. Muttering angrily she stooped to pick it up.
"Quarreled!" said Ashton-Kirk. He paused in the doorway and looked at the Pole with interest.