"Yes."
"And when you went to bed you put out the lights for the night?"
"Yes."
"You——" The coroner hesitated for the fraction of a second, and then cleared his throat and went on: "You put the night-chain on the front door?"
"Yes." Janet spoke as if the matter were of no importance.
"Then—pardon me, Miss Pembroke—but if you put the chain on last night, at eleven, and Charlotte took it off this morning, at eight, how was it possible for a marauder to enter, as the inspector tells me he finds all the windows fastened, except those which Charlotte says she opened herself this morning?"
"I don't know," said Janet, the dazed look returning to her pale face, and then, sinking to the floor, she again swooned away.