His experience warned him to waste
no more time on it, and to return to the starting-point of the
investigation--in other words, to the letter. Shifting his point of
view, he turned again to Lady Lydiard, and tried his questions in a new
direction.
"Mr. Moody mentioned just now," he said, "that your Ladyship was called
into the next room before you could seal your letter. On your return to
this room, did you seal the letter?"
"I was busy with the dog," Lady Lydiard answered. "Isabel Miller was of
no use in the boudoir, and I told her to seal it for me."
Mr. Troy started. The new direction in which he was pushing his
inquiries began to look like the right direction already. "Miss Isabel
Miller," he proceeded, "has been a resident under your Ladyship's roof
for some little time, I believe?"
"For nearly two years, Mr. Troy."
"As your Ladyship's companion and reader?"
"As my adopted daughter," her Ladyship answered, with marked emphasis.
Wise Mr. Troy rightly interpreted the emphasis as a warning to him to
suspend the examination of her Ladyship, and to address to Mr. Moody the
far more serious questions which were now to come.
"Did anyone give you the letter before you left the house with it?" he
said to the steward. "Or did you take it yourself?"
"I took it myself, from the table here."
"Was it sealed?"
"Yes."
"Was anybody present when you took the letter from the table?"
"Miss Isabel was present."
"Did you find her alone in the room?"
"Yes, sir.
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