the page and handed it to Markham. Markham glanced at it frowningly and pursed his lips. Then after a few moments' hesitation, he addressed himself again to the housekeeper.
"You mentioned, Mrs. Platz, that Mr. Benson was liked by everyone. Did you yourself like him?"
The woman shifted her eyes to her lap.
"Well, sir," she replied reluctantly, "I was only working for him, and I haven't got any complaint about the way he treated me."
Despite her words, she gave the impression that she either disliked Benson extremely or greatly disapproved of him. Markham, however, did not push the point.
"And by the way, Mrs. Platz," he said next, "did Mr. Benson keep any fire-arms about the house? For instance, do you know if he owned a revolver?"
For the first time during the interview, the woman appeared agitated, even frightened.
"Yes, sir, I—think he did," she admitted, in an unsteady voice.
"Where did he keep it?"
The woman glanced up apprehensively, and rolled her eyes slightly as if weighing the advisability of speaking frankly. Then she replied in a low voice:
"In that hidden drawer there in the center-table. You—you use that little brass button to open it with."
Heath jumped up, and pressed the button she had indicated. A tiny, shallow drawer shot out; and in it lay a Smith and Wesson thirty-eight revolver with an inlaid pearl handle. He picked it up, broke the carriage, and looked at the head of the cylinder.
