“And when you entered the room was it light or dark?”
“Honestly, I don’t know, Mr. Ford. I’ve been so quizzed and questioned about it, that I can’t seem to remember clearly.”
“But the lights went out?”
“Yes, just as I entered, or a minute before.”
“Well, then, what was the first thing you saw?”
“Must I tell that?”
“Yes, and truly.”
“Then, the first thing I saw, as the light flashed on,—and it rather blinded me at first, you know. You see, I had been sitting on the Terrace, which was almost dark, then I entered the dark room, and so when the light came suddenly, it dazzled me, and I naturally looked straight ahead of me. I saw Mrs. Stannard, behind her husband, and near the Billiard Room door.”
“As if she had just come in from that room?”
“I think so,—now. I didn’t think so then. I thought she had killed him, and had sort of stepped back, you know——”