“Yes, you. Now, this morning, those two doors to the sleeping rooms was locked, I understand?”
“Yes, sir. They were.”
“Usually—what happens?”
“What—what happens, sir?”
“Yes; what’s your first duty in the morning? Does Mr. Embury call you—or ring for you?”
“Oh, that, sir. Why, generally Mr. Embury unlocked his door about eight o’clock—”
“And you went to help him dress?”
“No, sir. Mr. Embury didn’t require that. I valeted his clothes, like, and kept them in order, but he dressed by himself. I took him some tea and toast—he had that before the regular breakfast—”
“And this morning—when he didn’t ring or make any sound, what did you do?”
“I waited a little while and then I rapped at Mrs. Embury’s door.”