And then the man I hated came forward, and though I shrank from acknowledging it even to myself, I could but observe how strong and quiet and self-possessed he seemed and how decisive was his testimony. But it was equally brief. He had taken up the rings and he had looked at them; and on one, the wedding-ring, he had detected a slight stain of blood. He had called Mr. Jeffrey's attention to it, but that gentleman had made no comment. This remark had the effect of concentrating general attention upon Mr. Jeffrey. But he seemed quite oblivious of it; his attitude remained unchanged, and only from the quick stretching out and withdrawal of Miss Tuttle's hand could it be seen that anything had been said calculated to touch or arouse this man. The coroner cast an uneasy glance in his direction; then he motioned Durbin aside and recalled Loretta.
And now I began to be sorry for the girl. It is hard to have one's weaknesses exposed, especially if one is more foolish than wicked.
But there was no way of letting this girl off without sacrificing certain necessary points, and the coroner went relentlessly to work.
"How long have you been in this house?"
"Three weeks. Ever since Mrs. Jeffrey's wedding day, sir."
"Were you there when she first came as a bride from the Moore house?"
"I was, sir."
"And saw her then for the first time?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did she look and act that first day?"
"I thought her the gayest bride I had ever seen,, then I thought her the saddest, and then I did not know what to think. She was so merry one minute and so frightened the next, so full of talk when she came running up the steps and so struck with silence the minute she got into the parlor, that I set her down as a queer one till some one whispered in my ear that she was suffering from a dreadful shock; that ill-luck had attended her marriage and much more about what had happened from time to time at the Moore house."
"And you believed what was told you?"
"Believed?"
"Believed it well enough to keep a watch on your young mistress to see if she were happy or not?"
"Oh, sir!"
"It was but natural," the coroner suavely observed. "Every one felt interested in this marriage. You watched her of course. Now what was the result? Did you consider her well and happy?"
The girl's voice sank and she cast a glance at her master which he did not lift his head to meet.
"I did not think her happy. She laughed and sang and was always in and out of the rooms like a butterfly, but she did not wear a happy look, except now and then when she was seated with Mr. Jeffrey alone.
Then I have seen her flush in a way to make the heart ache; it was such a contrast, sir, to other times when she was by herself or -"
"Or what?"
"Or just with her sister, sir."
The defiance with which this was said added point to what otherwise might have been an unimportant admission. Those who had already scrutinized Miss Tuttle with the curiosity of an ill-defined suspicion now scrutinized her with a more palpable one, and those who had hitherto seen nothing in this heavily-veiled woman but the bereaved sister of an irresponsible suicide allowed their looks to dwell piercingly on that concealing veil, as if they would be glad to penetrate its folds and read in those beautiful features the meaning of an allusion uttered with such a sting in the tone.
"You refer to Miss Tuttle?" observed the coroner.
"Mrs. Jeffrey's sister? Yes, sir." The menace was gone from the voice now, but no one could forget that it had been there.
"Miss Tuttle lived in the house with her sister, did she not?"
"Yes, sir; till that sister died and was buried; then she went away."
The coroner did not pursue this topic, preferring to return to the former one.
"So you say that Mrs. Jeffrey showed uneasiness ever since her wedding day. Can you give me any instance of this; mention, I mean, any conversations overheard by you which would show us just what you mean?"
"I don't like to repeat things I hear. But if you say that I must, I can remember once passing Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey in the hall, just as he was saying: 'You take it too much to heart! I expected a happy honeymoon. Somehow, we have failed -' That was all I heard, sir. But what made me remember his words was that she was dressed for some afternoon reception and looked so charming and so - and so, as if she ought to be happier."
"Just so. Now, when was this? How long before her death?"
"Oh, a week or so. It was very soon after the wedding day."
"And did matters seem to improve after that? Did she appear any better satisfied or more composed?"
"I think she endeavored to. But there was something on her mind, something which she tried to laugh off; something that annoyed Mr. Jeffrey and worried Miss Tuttle; something which caused a cloud in the house, for all the dances and dinners and goings and comings.
I am sorry to speak of it, but it was so."
"Something that showed an unsettled mind?"
"Almost. The glitter in her eye was not natural; neither was the way she looked at her sister and sometimes at her husband."
"Did she talk much about the catastrophe which attended her wedding?
Did her mind seem to run on that?"
"Incessantly at first; but afterward not so much. I think Mr. Jeffrey frowned on that subject."
"Did he ever frown on her?"
"No, sir - not - not when they were alone or with no one by but me.
He seemed to love her then very much."
"What do you mean by that, Loretta; that he lost patience with her when other people were present - Miss Tuttle, for instance?"
"Yes, sir. He used to change very much when - when - when Miss Tuttle came into the room."
"Change toward his wife?"
"Yes, sir."
"How ?"
"He grew more distant, much more distant; got up quite fretfully from his seat, if he were sitting beside her, and took up some book or paper."
"And Miss Tuttle?"
"She never seemed to notice but"
"But - ?"
"She did not come in very often after this had happened once or twice; I mean into the room upstairs where they used to sit."
