“Could you say whether it was the glass you took Sir Philip?”
“It was the same sort of glass.”
“Quite an ordinary glass?”
“Oh, yes.”
“There are many glasses of that type in the house?”
“Yes, sir, several dozen, I should think. The housekeeper or the butler would know.”
“Just so. There was nothing special about the glass, any more than about the bottle?”
“Nothing, sir.”
That was the end of this very curious cross-examination, the exact bearing of which did not occur to me immediately.
The next witness was Miss Nora Lepley, niece to Mrs. Halfleet, the housekeeper. The name seemed familiar to me, and for a moment or two I puzzled over it. But when I saw the girl, I remembered. Indeed, she was not of the type that is easily forgotten. It was the girl of the farm-house at which we had called in search of Lady Clevedon’s missing chauffeur. It seemed that she was staying with her aunt, Mrs. Halfleet, for a few days, and she it was that made the first discovery of the tragedy.