“Please tell us, Miss Morton,” he said, “what was your errand when you left the library and went upstairs, remaining there nearly half an hour, on the night of Miss Van Norman’s death?”
“I didn’t do any such thing!” snapped Miss Morton, and though her tone was defiant now, her expression still showed fear and dismay.
“You must have forgotten. Think a moment. You were seen to leave the library, and you were also seen after you reached the upper floors. So try to recollect clearly, and state your errand upstairs at that time.”
“I—I was overcome at the tragedy of the occasion, and I went to my own room to be alone for a time.”
“Did you go directly from the library to your own room?”
“Yes.”
“Without stopping in any other room on the way?”
“Yes.”
“Think again, please. Perhaps I had better tell you, a witness has already told of your stopping on the way to your own room.”
“She told falsely, then. I went straight to my bedroom.”