Sunday, 30th. September

This morning was fresh and beautiful and did much to cheer both Sir
Henry & myself, until I discovered that Sir Henry, too, fancied he had,
when half asleep, heard something like a woman sobbing in the night.
Barrymore denied the sound could have come from his wife.  The only
other woman in the house, he said, was the scullery maid, who slept in
the other wing.  I knew he lied, for when I met Mrs.  Barrymore in the
long corridor after breakfast - large, impassive, heavy-featured - her
tell-tale eyes were red and glanced at me from between swollen lids.  I
wondered what Barrymore was hiding from us.  It was he who first
discovered Sir Charles' body and we had only his word for the
circumstances that led up to the old man's death. Perhaps it was
