47039 It seemed to me that the pallid features of the butler turned a shade paler still as he listened to his master's question.
47040 'There are only two women in the house, Sir Henry,' he answered.
47041 'One is the scullery-maid, who sleeps in the other wing.
47042 The other is my wife, and I can answer for it that the sound could not have come from her.'
47043 And yet he lied as he said it, for it chanced that after breakfast I met Mrs Barrymore in the long corridor with the sun full upon her face.
47044 She was a large, impassive, heavy-featured woman with a stern, set expression of mouth.
47045 But her tell-tale eyes were red and glanced at me from between swollen lids.
47046 It was she, then, who wept in the night, and if she did so her husband must know it.
47047 Yet he had taken the obvious risk of discovery in declaring that it was not so.
47048 Why had he done this?
47049 And why did she weep so bitterly?
47050 Already round this pale-faced, handsome, black-bearded man there was gathering an atmosphere of mystery and of gloom.
47051 It was he who had been the first to discover the body of Sir Charles, and we had only his word for all the circumstances which led up to the old man's death.
47052 Was it possible that it was Barrymore, after all, whom we had seen in the cab in Regent Street?