“Then you did enter the house?”
“I did.”
“And it was while you were inside, instead of outside, that you heard the shot?”
“I must admit that, too. I was at the library door.”
“You acknowledge that?”
“I do.”
“But you did not enter the library?”
“No, not then; not till I was taken back by the officer who told me of my sister’s death.”
“We are glad to hear this precise statement from you. It encourages me to ask again the nature of the freak which took you into this house. You say that it was not from any dread on your sister’s account? What, then, was it? No evasive answer will satisfy us, Miss Tuttle.”
She realized this as no one else could.