"Why?"
Again Mr. Emery paused, again he fixed his eyes upon the woman before him. He slowly rose from his chair and walked to the fireplace, whereupon he drew himself up. Placing his hands in his trousers pockets, he said, in a changed voice:
"Mrs. Braybourne, just because I have interested myself, rather unduly perhaps, in the affairs of my late client, Mrs. Morrison, I find myself confronted by several problems. I want you to assist me to solve at least one of them."
"And what is that?" asked Lilla, quite calmly.
"Simply this," he said, fixing his dark eyes upon her. "I want you to explain the fact why, as I came along the street, I should see, standing here in your window, my late client, Mrs. Augusta Morrison?"
CHAPTER XXIX
ON THIN ICE
Lilla drew herself up, and looked her unwelcome interrogator full in the face with unwavering gaze.
"Mrs. Morrison?" she echoed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, madam, that as I approached this house Mrs. Morrison was looking out of the window."