“I found it—on the floor.”
“On the floor? Where?”
“Beside Miss Ames’ bed.” The girl’s eyes were cast down; she looked at nobody, but gave her answers in a dull, sing-song way, almost as if she had rehearsed them before.
“When?”
“This morning—when I made up her room.”
“Had you ever seen it before?”
“No, sir.”
“Why did you think it belonged to Miss Ames?”
“I didn’t think anything about it. I found it there, and I supposed it belonged to Miss Ames, and I put it away.”
“Why did you put it in the medicine chest?”