"Of what did he die?"
"If you ask what was on the certificate I can tell you; but if you want to know how death came to him you must inquire of his wife."
"His wife?"
"When he died he was a married man, according to the law of Scotland."
"Dr. Twelves, are you jesting?"
"I'm not. On the day he died he made a will leaving her all that he had in the world--and she had it."
"Who was she?"
"Beyond saying that she was no better than she ought to be, I can tell you nothing."
"Was she some one from the neighbourhood?"
"She was not; she was from England. She dropped from the clouds. I should say--if I may be allowed to do so in this company--on her road to hell. What passed between you and Cuthbert Grahame when you saw him on that day before he died?"