"But I've the whole long evening before me," he added in quiet consolation to himself.

"It will be a pity if I can't work some of them in that time." The last thing he had remarked, before Carmel's unearthly cry had sent the horrified guests in disorder from the house, was the presence of Dr.
Perry in a small room which Sweetwater had supposed empty, until the astonishing events I have endeavoured to describe brought its occupant to the door.

What the detective then read in the countenance of the family's best friend, he kept to himself; but his own lost a trace of its former anxiety, as the official slipped back out of sight and remained so, even after the funeral cortege had started on its course.
Plans had been made for carrying the servants to the cemetery, and, despite the universal disturbance consequent upon these events, these plans were adhered to.

Sweetwater watched them all ride away in the last two carriages.
This gave him the opportunity he wanted.

Leaving his corner, he looked up Hexford, and asked who was left in the house.
"Dr.Perry, Mr.Clifton, the lawyer, Mr.Cumberland, his sick sister, and the nurse." "Mr.Cumberland! Didn't he go to the grave ?" "Did you expect him to, after _that_ ?" Sweetwater's shoulders rose, and his voice took on a tone of indifference.
"There's no telling.