"Down here?" Morriston objected incredulously. "Where he was a stranger? Unless some ingenious person, bent on vengeance, tracked him here and then lured him into the tower. Then how did the determined pursuer contrive to leave him and the key inside the locked room?"
At Wynford Place, where they had now arrived, they found several callers. The subject of the tragedy was naturally uppermost in everybody's mind, and the principal topic of conversation. Morriston and his companions were eagerly questioned as to what had come out at the inquest, but, except that the medical evidence was rather sceptical of the suicide theory, were unable to relieve the curiosity.
"I think, my dear Dick," remarked Lord Painswick, who was there, "we can furnish more evidence in this room than you seem to have got hold of at the inquest." And he looked round the company with a knowing smile.
"What do you mean, Painswick?" Morriston asked eagerly. "Has anything more come to light?"
"Only we have had a lady here, Miss Elyot, who says she danced with the poor fellow."
"I only just took a turn with him, for the waltz was nearly over when he asked me," said the girl thus alluded to.
"Did you wear a green dress?" Kelson asked eagerly.
"Yes. Why?"
"Only that it must have been you I saw with him."
"And can you throw any light on the mystery?" Morriston asked.