"How light was it? Was it light enough for you to see distinctly?"
"In addition to the two incandescents, the window at the end of the hall at the light-well was wide open and it was only twilight outdoors."
"Then, if anybody had been in the hall anywhere between the head of the stairs and the light-well window, you would have seen him?"
"I certainly should; there was no one there."
"I must ask you to recollect carefully, Mr. Lynden: Was there a lady—a woman—in the hall? Or did you pass a woman either in the hall or on the stairway?"
"Lady!" the witness exclaimed. "No—no; there was no lady—there was no one in the hall or on the stairs." He cast a furtive, uneasy glance at the expressionless visage of Mr. Converse, concluding, "I neither saw nor passed any one."
"Well, let us return to the head of the stairs. When you arrived there, what did you do?"
"I proceeded directly to Doctor Westbrook's office."
"As you walked down the hall, did you observe the doors on either side—whether they were open or closed?"
Here was a return to those mysterious doors. The young man's grip on the chair-arms tightened, and once again his answer was preceded by obvious hesitancy.