"I hope they have. It was a dastardly thing. The poor fellow must have
been shot treacherously--murdered in cold blood. Jack is most anxious
to find the culprit, and I don't wonder. It isn't nice to have a murder
committed upon one's own estate."
"It's curious that the man has not yet been identified," I said,
regarding him keenly.
"And has it not also struck you as strange that Tibbie should suddenly
disappear on the night of the murder?" he asked, his eyes fixed upon
mine.
"No," I replied, quite unconcernedly. "I had never given that a
thought. It is curious, now that you recall it. A mere coincidence, of
course."
"Of course," he said, pouring me out a glass of still Moselle. His air
of refinement was irritating.