A. “I heard Mr. Ballau say he was too excited and that he was no use whatsoever, and to go out and walk.”
A smile passed through the room at the housekeeper’s words. The romance between De Medici and Ballau’s daughter had received its share of spotlighting during the week that followed the tragedy. Curious ones turned their heads for a glimpse of the couple. At the side of the room, hidden behind a row of chairs, they were rewarded. Florence Ballau, her vivid face behind a veil, and Julien De Medici’s green-tinted cheeks and decorative features occupied adjoining seats. They were sitting, eyes straight—unwavering and attentive.
Q. “After Mr. De Medici went away, what happened then?”
A. “I was busy. I don’t remember anything.”
Q. “Did you see Mr. Ballau after Mr. De Medici went away?”
A. “He came out from shaving.”
Q. “Did he say anything at that time?”
A. “No.”
Q. “Did you see anybody else in the apartment after you had encountered Mr. Ballau as stated?”
The housekeeper paused before answering. Her eyes swung bewilderedly toward the listeners.