“One or two of the musicians from the end of the hall. They had just finished their programme and were preparing to leave the gallery. Naturally they reached her first.”
“Good! their names?”
“Mark Sowerby and Claus Hennerberg. Honest Germans—men who have played here for years.”
“And who followed them? Who came next on the scene?”
“Some people from the lobby. They heard the disturbance and rushed up pell-mell. But not one of these touched her. Later her father came.”
“Who did touch her? Anybody, before the father came in?”
“Yes; Miss Clarke, the middle-aged lady with the Parrishes. She had run towards Miss Challoner as soon as she heard her fall, and was sitting there with the dead girl’s head in her lap when the musicians showed themselves.”
“I suppose she has been carefully questioned?”
“Very, I should say.”
“And she speaks of no weapon?”