he answer had aroused
different feelings in Aylmore's two daughters. The elder one had
dropped her face until it was quite hidden; the younger was sitting
bolt upright, staring at her father in utter and genuine bewilderment.
And for the first time, Aylmore made no response to her.

But the course of things was going steadily forward. There was no
stopping the Treasury Counsel now; he was going to get at some truth in
his own merciless fashion. He had exchanged one glance with the
Coroner, had whispered a word to the solicitor who sat close by him,
and now he turned again to the witness.

"So you know that gentleman--make sure now--as Mr. Anderson, an inmate
of the Temple?"

"Yes, sir."

"You don't know him by any other name?"

"No, sir, I don't."

"How long have you known him by that name?"

"I should say two or three years, sir."

"See him go in and out regularly?"

"No, sir--not regularly."

"How often, then?"

"Now and then, sir--perhaps once a week."

"Tell us what you know of Mr. Anderson's goings-in-and-out."

"Well, sir, I might see him two nights running; then I mightn't see him
again for perhaps a week or two. Irregular, as you might say, sir."

"You say 'nights.' Do I understand that you never see Mr. Anderson
except at night?"

"Yes, sir. I've never seen him except at night. Always about the same
time, sir."

"What time?"

"Just about midnight, sir."

"Very well. Do you remember the midnight of June 21st-22nd?"

"I do, sir."

"Did you see Mr. Anderson enter then?"

"Yes, sir, just after twelve."

"Was he alone?"

"No, sir; there was another gentleman with him."

"Remember anything about that other gentleman?"

"Nothing, sir, except that I noticed as they walked through, that the
other gentleman had grey clothes on."

"Had grey clothes on. You didn't see his face?"

"Not to remember it, sir. I don't remember anything but what I've told
you, sir."

"That is that the other gentleman wore a grey suit. Where did Mr.
Anderson and this gentleman in the grey suit go when they'd passed
through?"

"Straight up the Lane, sir."

"Do you know where Mr. Anderson's rooms in the Temple are?"

"Not exactly, sir, but I understood in Fountain Court."

"Now, on that night in question, did Mr. Anderson leave again by your
lodge?"

"No, sir."

"You heard of the discovery of the body of a dead man in Middle Temple
Lane next morning?"

"I did, sir."

"Did you connect that man wit