"Yes, sir."
"Did you not think it odd that your mistress should send for Mr. Davies at that time of night?" inquired the coroner.
"I didn't think about it one way or 'tother. I'm paid to obey orders, sir."
There was nothing more to be obtained from him and as by this time it had grown late a short recess was called for luncheon. I had hoped to see Ruth, but I was disappointed for she kept her room and so, not caring to join the others in the dining-room, I had Mason bring me a bite in the room adjoining the study.
When the inquest was reopened I once more took a chair near a window but above the table instead of below it, where I could watch more closely the witnesses as they were called. To my surprise my companion of the morning again chose a seat beside me.
Then the coroner rapped for order and inquired if Gregory had returned.
"Yes, sir," answered the policeman promptly, coming forward and saluting. "The valet's alibi is O. K., sir. The music hall attendant remembers speaking to him at midnight, and his girl corroborated his testimony."
"Very well. That effectually disposes of the servants," remarked the coroner. "Now for the more important witnesses."
I was hoping that he would call me first, but the name that fell from his lips was that of Claude Orton, private secretary and creature of the murdered man.