“How do you fix the time so accurately?”
“I was sitting in the upper hall,—it is really a sitting-room, at the bay-windowed end,—looking at the moon. I, too, had been disturbed at my aunt’s attitude, and her threats to send me away to-day, and I had gone to the hall window-seat, a favorite haunt of mine, and had sat there for a half hour or more.”
“Could any one going through the hall see you?”
“Probably not, as the draperies are heavy, and I was in the deep window-seat. I was thinking I would go to my room, and then I saw Miss Frayne come from my aunt’s room and go to her own.”
“Are you sure she came from the room?”
“She was closing the door, her hand was on the knob. She did not see me, I am sure, for I drew back in the window and watched her. And just then I heard the hall clock chime the quarter after one.”
“You didn’t see Miss Frayne when she went to Miss Carrington’s room?”
“No; I suppose I was then looking out of the deep window.”
“Nor did you hear her?”
“No, the rugs are thick and a light foot-fall makes no sound.”