"I will tell Mr. Inch you are here," he said, "and I will answer any question I can. I have been a servant in this house all my life, and I loved Miss Ruth like as if she were my own child."
"Did she ever live here after her father's death?" I asked.
"Not until she came of age; then she used to come here through the summer months, but returned to Trewinion, I believe, because of her father's wish."
"What did your mistress die of?" I asked, abruptly.
The old man was silent.
"Can you not tell me?" I urged.
"I cannot," he said, stiffly. "I dare say you could know by applying to the doctor."
I could not help noticing a strange look in his eyes as he spoke, but I said quietly.
"Then you will, perhaps, tell Mr. Inch I wish to see him."
"Yes sir. What name?"