“Yes, sir.”
“Were her hands crossed then?”
“Yes, sir, just the same.”
“And afterward, when you came from the fire after waiting some little time for courage?”
“Yes, yes. There were no signs of movement. Oh, she was dead—quite dead.”
“No statements, Miss Cumberland. She looked the same, and you saw no change in the position of her hands?”
“None; they were just as I left them.”
“Miss Cumberland, you have told us how, immediately after taking the poison, she staggered about the room, and sank first on a chair and then on the lounge. Were you watching her then?”
“Oh, yes—every moment.”
“Her hands as well as her face?”