remember it was a Mr. Clavering she was married to, and that some one called some one else Elner, or something like that. I wish I had n’t been so stupid, sir, if it would have done you any good."
"Tell us about the signing of the certificate," said Mr. Gryce.
"Well, sir, there is n't much to tell. Mr. Stebbins asked me to put my name down in a certain place on a piece of paper he pushed towards me, and I put it down there; that is all."
"Was there no other name there when you wrote yours?"
"No, sir. Afterwards Mr. Stebbins turned towards the other lady, who now came forward, and asked her if she would n't please sign it, too; and she said, 'yes,' and came very quickly and did so."
"And did n't you see her face then?"
"No, sir; her back was to me when she threw by her veil, and I only saw Mr. Stebbins staring at her as she stooped, with a kind of wonder on his face, which made me think she might have been something worth looking at too; but I did n't see her myself."
"Well, what happened then?"
"I don't know, sir. I went stumbling out of the room, and did n’t see anything more."
"Where were you when the ladies went away?"
"In the garden, sir. I had gone back to my work."
"You saw them, then. Was the gentleman with them?"
"No, sir; that was the queer part of it all. They went back as they came, and so did he; and in a few minutes Mr. Stebbins came out where I was, and told me I was to say nothing about what I had seen, for it was a secret."
