She found Anita on the couch in the hall, and speaking somewhat sharply, Pauline said, “Where’s Estelle?”
“Mercy! I don’t know!” and Anita’s blue eyes stared coldly. “How should I know anything about Estelle?”
“But she must have brought that tray an hour ago. Did she upset it, or who?”
“Pauline, why do you act as if I knew anything about this matter. Is it because you do?”
The blue eyes, cold like steel, and the dark ones, flashing fire from their shadows, looked steadily at each other.
Gray Haviland came hurriedly out to the hall.
“The doctor will be here at once,” he said; “and he will call the coroner.”
“Coroner!” screamed Anita; and ran away to her own room.
“Let her alone,” said Pauline, contemptuously; “but Gray, we must nerve ourselves up to this thing. Don’t you think we ought to—to put away the jewels? It’s wrong to let any one come into a room where a fortune in jewels is displayed like that.”
“But Doctor Stanton said to touch nothing,—nothing at all. You see, Pauline, in a murder case,——”