Not noticing them in any way, the girl, her head held high, went straight to her aunt’s room. Sergeant Flake was in charge, and he refused her admission.
“Coroner’s orders, ma’am,” he said; “he’ll be here himself shortly, and then you can see him.”
“Come away, Pauline,” and Haviland appeared and took her by the arm; “where’s Anita?”
“I left her in Estelle’s room. Oh Gray, that girl——”
“Hush!” and gripping her firmly, Haviland led her to a small sitting room and shut the door. “Now listen, Pauline; mind what I say. Don’t give the least bit of information or express the slightest notion of opinion except to the chief authorities. And not to them until they ask you. This is a terrible affair, and a mighty strange one.”
“Who did it, Gray?”
“Never you mind. Don’t even ask questions. The very walls have ears!”
“Who upset that breakfast tray?”
“Estelle, of course.”
“She says she didn’t.”