She looked at him with, at least, toleration, as he began to question her.
“When did you last see Mr. Embury alive, ma’am?”
“Last night,” replied Eunice, “about midnight, when we retired.”
“He was in his usual health and spirits?”
“Yes.”
“You have two bedrooms?”
“Yes.”
“Door between?”
“Yes.”
“Open or shut—after you said good-night to Mr. Embury?”