The valet was puzzled.

"I want you to think back, Melis. You saw her go down the stairs,
sometime before the shot. Later you were confident she had hidden the
revolver, and you made a second search for it. Why? You hadn't heard her
testimony at the inquest then. Clark had run away. Why didn't you think
Clark had done it?"

"Because I thought she was having an affair with another man. I have
always thought she did it."

Bassett nodded.

"I thought so. What made you think that?"

"I'll tell you. She went West without a maid, and Mr. Clark got a
Swedish woman from a ranch near to look after her, a woman named
Thorwald. She lived at her own place and came over every day. One night,
after Mrs. Thorwald had started home, I came across her down the road
near the irrigator's house, and there was a man with her. They didn't
hear me behind them, and he was giving her a note for some one in the
house."

"Why not for one of the servants?"

"That's what I thought then, sir. It wasn't my business. But I saw the
same man later on, hanging about the place at night, and once I saw
her with him--Mrs. Lucas, I mean. That was in the early evening. The
gentlemen were out riding, and I'd gone with one of the maids to a hill
to watch the moon rise. They were on some rocks, below in the canyon."