I was silent for a moment.
"I will tell you what I want you to do," I said then. "I want you to join me in insisting on having a post-mortem examination."
She gave me a glance of horror.
"Why?" she asked. "Why must the sleep of the dead be disturbed?"
Before I could answer her, Lord Hartmore's voice was heard at the door.
She was a brave woman, but at the sound of her husband's voice her courage for a moment deserted her.
"How—how can I break it to him?" she gasped. "Oh, please, don't leave me."
"No," I said, "I will stay with you."
I unlocked the door myself, and a white-headed, feeble-looking man came querulously into the room.