“Pointed or full?”
“Somewhat pointed—ah, he has turned away. I cannot tell.”
“Is he wearing a hat? But, no, you see his hair.”
“I see no hat.”
“Is there a hat on the table? On a chair?”
“I cannot tell. The vision fades.”
“Let up, Roberts,” said Barry. “We are sure now the man was an intruder. Let it go at that. If you can find such a one, it won’t matter whether he had a hat or not.”
“It is important,” insisted Bobsy. “Now, Madame Orienta, tell us again of his actions. Even if the vision has faded, tell from your memory what he did. You saw him when he crossed the room toward the hall door. It was light then?”
“Yes. He moved swiftly, straight to the electric switch, and pressed it. Then I could see no more.”
“Of course not. But you heard his steps returning, you said.”