"You say that you heard a noise at the window after the shot was fired. What did you imagine it to be?"
"I was too nervous at the time to think anything about it, but since I have thought that it must have been someone getting out of the window."
"Did you hear the window being opened?"
"No; I heard nothing but the rustle, as I told you. But it may have been the wind, or my fear."
"Did you catch a glimpse of the person in the room—whoever it was—when you were caught by the throat?"
"No. I only felt the hand. It was quite dark, and I could see nothing."
"You are quite sure this happened to you? You are sure it is not imagination?"
"Oh, no, it was too terribly real."
"Did you observe anything about the revolver when you picked it up?" said Merrington after a pause.
"No, except that it was bright and shining."