"I really know very little about her. She had been in our house for a couple of weeks only." "What was her name?" "Jane Morton, I think." "Where is she now, do you know?" "I do not know." "She appeared at the inquest, of course?" said Stratton, turning to the sheriff. "I think she did," was the answer. "I am not sure." He marked her name down in the note-book. "How many people were there at the dinner?" "Including my husband and myself, there were twenty-six." "Could you give me the name of each of them?" "Yes, I think so." She repeated the names, which he took down, with certain notes and comments on each. "Who sat next your husband at the head of the table?" "Miss Walker was at his right hand, Mr. Roland at his left." "Now, forgive me if I ask you if you have ever had any trouble with your husband?" "Never." "Never had any quarrel?" Mrs. Brenton hesitated for a moment. "No, I don't think we ever had what could be called a quarrel." "You had no disagreement shortly before the dinner?" Again Mrs. Brenton hesitated. "I can hardly call it a disagreement," she said. "We had a little discussion about some of the guests who were to be invited."