“Yes.”

“What was there behind you?”

“A dead sister.” Oh, the indescribable tone!

“Nothing else?”

“No.”

“Forgive me, Miss Cumberland, I do not want to trouble you, but was there not something or some one in the adjoining room besides your dead sister, to make you look back?”

“I saw no one. But I looked back—I do not know why.”

“And didn’t you turn at all?”

“I do not think so.”

“You threw the phial out without looking?”