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Croot had dined comfortably and well, as befitted a man who is in the enjoyment of perfect health, and, moreover, rejoices in a clean conscience. It was on the night following the inquiry into the death of Bill Avory, and Croot, together with Vera and Mark Gilmour, was seated at the dining table at the Moat House. It was rather a quiet meal, for Vera seemed to be engrossed in her own thoughts, and Gilmour had not forgotten the pregnant conversation which he had had with her at their last meeting. He was doing his best not to show this, and some of his humorous remarks seemed to Vera to be rather forced. Besides, she wanted to get away into the drawing-room, where an engrossing book awaited her.
"You won't mind my leaving you?" she said presently. "I don't feel like talking to-night."