“She, too, was looking at the scene. She stood in the bay window.”
“I see. Now, Mr. Keefe, I believe you followed close on Mr. Allen’s heels. Did you see the place—much as he has described it?”
“Yes;” Keefe looked thoughtful. “Yes, I think I can corroborate every word of his description.”
“All right. Now, Miss Lane, where were you?”
“I was at the fire. I followed the two men in, and I saw the same situation they have told you of.”
Genevieve’s quiet, composed air was a relief after the somewhat excited utterances of the others.
“What did you do?”
“I am accustomed to wait on Mr. Appleby, and it seemed quite within my province that I should telephone for help for him. I called the doctor—and then I called the police station.”
“You don’t think you took a great deal on yourself?”
Genevieve stared at him. “I do not think so. I only think that I did my duty as I saw it, and in similar circumstances I should do the same again.”