“If monsieur could perhaps word his question a little differently—with more of a definiteness——”
“Very well; do you know anything of Miss Van Norman’s private affairs that would assist us in discovering who killed her.”
“No, monsieur,” said Marie promptly, and with a look of relief.
“Did Miss Van Norman ever, in the slightest way, express any intention or desire to end her life?”
“Never, monsieur.”
“Do you think she was glad and happy in the knowledge of her fast-approaching wedding-day?”
“I am sure of it;” and Marie’s tone was that of one who well knew whereof she spoke.
“That is all, then, for the present;” and Marie, with another sidelong, curious glance at Miss Morton, resumed her seat.
Kitty French and Molly Gardner were questioned, but they told nothing that would throw any light on the matter. They had heard the cry, and while hastily dressing had heard the general commotion in the house. They had thought it must be a fire, and not until they reached the library did they know what had really happened.
“And then,” said Kitty indignantly, in conclusion of her own recital, “we were not allowed to stay with the others, but were sent to our rooms. So how can we give any evidence?”