passed between them, and then Barker rose and came toward me.
“Excuse me, Sir,” said he. “but am I addressing Dr. Watson?”
I bowed with a coldness which showed, I dare say, very plainly the impression which had been produced upon my mind.
“We thought that it was probably you, as your friendship with Mr. Sherlock Holmes is so well known. Would you mind coming over and speaking to Mrs. Douglas for one instant?”
I followed him with a dour face. Very clearly I could see in my mind’s eye that shattered figure on the floor. Here within a few hours of the tragedy were his wife and his nearest friend laughing together behind a bush in the garden which had been his. I greeted the lady with reserve. I had grieved with her grief in the dining room. Now I met her appealing gaze with an unresponsive eye.
“I fear that you think me callous and hardhearted,” said she.
I shrugged my shoulders. “It is no business of mine,” said I.
